THE PREAMBLE: THE DIVINE BOUNDARY

In the realm of global power, numbers are not neutral; they are signatures of intent, and dates are the ledgers where accounts are kept.

By holding this word until the thirteenth day of this new year to publish, this is something far beyond reporting—this a forensic audit of a half-century of history, serving a foreclosure notice on an imperial grudge that has finally come due.

The number 13 was ASSIGNED to me as a trademark, sealed and published in newspaper ink years ago. TODAY it serves as the divine boundary line for this final accounting, the precise demarcation where the empire’s ledger is closed and its violent claims are, at last, foreclosed.

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Ottawa Citizen, September 10, 1977

Chapter 1: The Solitary Ignition (February 1, 1975)

I had not chased success—it simply arrived. My pay package in 1968 when I was 24 was $25,000 working as a Sales Representative for the US giant multi-National Ingersoll-Rand Corp. That included an expense account to wine and dine my Customers in Montreal’s finest Restaurants, with a new Company Car every 2 years all expenses paid, and it wasn’t even a taxable benefit. That bought me the stuff that cost over $200,000 in 2028 Dollars. I didn’t invest. I partied!

My business card in 1974 read “NATIONAL MARKETING REPRESENTATIVE, MINING DIVISION, Dominion Engineering Works Ltd.” in Montreal—a major subsidiary of General Electric, complete with its own onsite foundry, built to serve the Canadian mining industry that paid workers $30 an hour in salary and benefits.

Having that position, I saw what others did not yet see: the economics were shifting irreversibly. Why pay Canadian miners $30/hour in salary and benefits when Mining Companies could mine the Third World paying miners $5 a day, no benefits, no regulations, and ship the ore right next door to a Canadian mine at a fraction of the cost?

I saw then if this was happening in major primary manufacturing, other industries would soon follow. The disruption would be enormous—jobs vanishing, communities hollowed, wealth flowing upward while the foundation cracked.

Seeing that left me empty, not from failure, but from foresight. The card was a lie because the future it promised was already being sold out.

The day after quitting that position January 31, 1975 without having another Position to go to, on February 1, 1975, I was sealing the deal taking over a beautifully decorated, fully furnished apartment in the heart of Montreal—a sanctuary of luxury amid the city’s pulse, the fulfillment of a five-year dream. The rent was $69/month + hydro and oil burning heat. Rents in that area of Montreal on Rue Hotel De Ville near Sherbrooke and St. Laurent Streets, the very heart of Montreal, are now costing $2000/month for the same size apartment.

Listening to the French Canadian Artist leaving everything behind and moving to another City, and my wealthy Jewish friend who came with me passionately discussing Social Justice, a voice broke through their voices speaking to me: “I am the Lord your God.” The veil tore. The commission began.

God chose a man not looking for Him, who had seen the empire’s coming betrayal, not to chase success, but to warn of its emptiness.

I was Born Again that Day, given a fresh start over, chosen by God being Resurrected from the Spiritually Dead, for a Mission I did not know yet Beginning that Day.

It took 36 years of reasoning with God internally (Isaiah 1:18) until the reason for the Assignment came into focus, publishing DAY OF AWAKENING – DAVID vs GOLIATH vs ARMAGEDDON/

More people these 50 years later, see that is not only possible but probable in our Common Future in this Common Era of Christ in our generations.

I allowed Myself to be sought by those who did not ask; I allowed Myself to be found by those who did not seek Me, I said, “Here I am; here I am!” to a nation not called by My name. Isaiah 65:1

Chapter 2: SIGNS AND WONDERS

I still needed to find a job after that Awesome, Wondrous February 1. The Executive Personnel Agency I dealt with was always happy to see me in the Job Market. They always connected me with better jobs with higher pay and they sent me to be interviewed for great positions. Because what I came sensitized to February 1 was the biggest most important, life changing unexpected situation I encountered in my 31 years, I talked about that Day in every interview. The Montreal Manager of a California based Company was keenly interested asking questions of my February 1 Awakening. I left there thinking I had the Job. Calling the Agency the next Day, my contact knowing it was me on the phone exclaimed, “WHAT HAPPENED?” The tone was surprising, as I said I thought the interview went well! I asked what the Interviewing Manger said, and he replied with these exact words, He said. “I don’t know what that guy was high on, but I sure wish I had some!”

It took a while for me to understand that time of my life was over. God called me to work in the vineyard.

I gave up that dream apartment and 7 months later, having shoulder length hair, beard and backpack on my back, entered the US September 1, 1975 to discover the US Spirit of ’76.

I found myself deep in the Black Ghetto of Trenton, N.J. 3 days later at 1:30 am, surrounded by about 25 Youths, invited there by 2 young Black Strangers I met on the street.

Since few white people went to that part of the City in Daylight, I was being peppered with questions attempting to answer them all. It was a cool scene until 1 guy came out of that crowd, saying my backpack now belonged to him and he was taking it.

In a nanosecond, asking God for the right words to speak, they came to me. It seemed like an Eternity talking back and forth with that 1 person until 2 other guys came out of the crowd, not the 2 that brought me there, saying to that 1, “Don’t touch that man, and don’t touch his stuff!”

The guy backed down, and when the scene calmed down the 2 youths who brought me there, escorted me through the many blocks guiding me to the Hotel I was looking for when I met them, parting with the words, “Hey you crazy white man! What you doin’ coming down here stirrin’ everybody up like that for?”

God gave me the words and tone to deescalate that surprise stressful situation. Leading indicators suggest many more Americans will be confronted with unexpected scenes like that.

Will God deliver them as God delivered me? To know the words God gave me to speak for the Peaceful Resolution, go here: ANGELS TO THE RESCUE

That was the only real negative experience in the 15 months I hitchhiked through some 45 US States on my way to The Gold Dome record in The Kansas City Times, now known as Trump’s very expensive Gold Dome.

There were too many Good Times, with too many Good Americans, who helped me forward in my Voyage of Faith to share here.

I hung out at Arizona State University in Phoenix for a few months and at the Cardinal Neuman Centre just off Campus. It was built around a condemned 100 year old + church. The Bell in the Bell Tower to call the Faithful to vespers was still used. The Priest asked me to ring the bell and I got right into it Spiritually calling on The Angel of The Bell. The Priest came running over, hands covering his ears shouting, “Stop it! Stop it! You’re ringing that bell too loud!” They never let me ring the bell again. You can read my prayer to the Angel of the Bell here: PROCLAIM LIBERTY THROUGHOUT ALL THE LAND

Going West to Venice Beach, California, God of my Faith opened doors. I had a free place to stay 1/2 a block from the Ocean. I washed dished for $1/hour + meals at Suzanne’s Kitchen on the Boardwalk for breakfast and supper Friday to Monday. Waking up early, I had another job at the Sea & Shore Restaurant on the Boardwalk, setting up the Patio tables and chairs at 7. For doing just that, I got a full breakfast and could sit on the Patio at any time talking with whoever, with free coffee. I was invited to party more than I wanted, and best of all, as a Canadian it was my 1st Winter in the warm Sun. It was a very good Year!

Suzanne brought in a TV to watch the 1976 Academy Awards. They were historic because for the 1st time in History, there was a live trans-Atlantic TV broadcast with Diana Ross live from Amsterdam as part of the show. It was more personal for me though. A stranger came into the Restaurant and gave me a brown paper wrapped package and left just as suddenly. Opening it, there was a leather bound book with ‘Words of Jesus’ in gold lettering. OSCAR AND THE IDOLS OF THE PEOPLE

I had this 1 Day in the Life in Venice Beach. Another Day I woke up remembering every detail of an exceptionally powerful and vivid dream, the kind you never forget. I was a small child, perhaps 6 or 7, wearing a big, adult, General´s Uniform. The cap covered my ears. The sleeves extended way beyond my hands. The greatcoat and sword crumpled up on the floor.

Standing at the bottom of a great stairway, at the top, crowned and enthroned, was the Pope with all the attendant pomp and ceremony. He got up from the throne, and coming down the stairs, said to me, ¨Here are the Keys.¨

¨You´re giving me the Keys?¨ The Pope answered, ¨Yes.¨
¨You´re giving me the Keys to the Kingdom?¨ The Pope answered, ¨Yes.¨
¨You´re giving me the Keys to the Vatican and the Treasury of the Vatican?¨ In the Dream The Pope answered, ¨It´s all yours, and you can do what you want with it.¨

I said, ¨If it´s all mine, let´s order Champagne for the world, and go uptown Saturday night.¨ Then I woke up. The Dream faded away as life moved forward and most probably, I was surprised more than anyone else, to see in the larger real World, 2 years later the Cardinal from Venice, Italy, John Paul I, in FACT and Reality, came down from the Crown and Throne.

Another memory from Venice Beach was being in a room at the Santa Monica Civic Centre with 6 of the most beautiful women you could imagine, and the only other man in the room was Ted Nugent

Time to move on came again when friends I met in Venice insisted I join them to attend the 4th of July Rainbow Family Festival in the canyons of Montana. I was already discerning the next destination to take a stand? The choice was between Utah, the Morman HQ or he 1976 Republican National Convention in Kansas City.

The decision was made The Day After.

Don’t confuse The Day After with the movie of that name which appeared 7 Years to the Month later on November 20, 1983 showing the Nuclear incineration of Kansas City. Of the 100 Million People watching the movie that night I was probably the only 1 out of that 100,000,000 to note after the destruction, the movie pauses at the exact same picture frame you see The Kansas City Times published on ALL SOULS DAY, November 2nd, you see in the picture above.

Chapter 3: The Gold Dome Speaks (The Kansas City Times, September 13, 1976)

I didn’t know anyone in Kansas City. I didn’t know where the Republican Convention was happening, but I did get directions to the Office of The RC Archbishop and was received by his Secretary, a very pleasant Priest. We talked for a while since he was interested in knowing the details of my personal voyage of Faith. Finally getting to the point of my visit, I asked him if there was any bed available in any Catholic Institution in Kansas City where I could sleep rest my head at night? I’m guessing the Spirit led me there to hear the Priest volunteer “all our beds are taken. Official from the Vatican are here.” Naturally, my 1st thought was ‘what business does the Vatican have out of Public view, at this US Presidential Convention?’

It all worked out for the better! The Priest said, “I know where you belong,” and he drove me to The Liberty Memorial Mall you see above in the pinned image of this blog. I thanked him saying he was right. This is where I belong among the thousands of Protesters from all across the US congregated. This was across the street from The Crown Centre Hotel where President Ford and Vice President Rockefeller and their Partisans were staying.

The Youth International Party had a school bus on the grass of Penn Valley Park with a sound system so loud, the sound reverberated, against the Hotel Windows. A queue of people on top of it were waiting for their turn to speak and I got in the line. By Time and chance, Vice President Rockefeller & his retinue came on a balcony of the Hotel and I addressed my words to him that got him so PO’d he gave me the finger being at eye level with me across the street.

I was so happy to find this image of that moment online so many years after the fact. Senator Bob Dole is in the background with a happy smile he and the others have, hearing the very same words that annoyed Rockefeller so much.

That was the 1st night arriving in Kansas City. The next morning the Protest continued in Washington Square in front of the Hotel main entrance. Metal barriers were set keeping us contained to the Park. I got on the powerful speakers again until they were seized by Court Order. From my perspective it was disappointing to see the Police stop the news cameras from filming. On the plus side, the Hotel Manager on the other side of the barricade invited me to breakfast and after talking, he said to me, “this is my Hotel, and you can go wherever you want. If they cause you any problems, call me!” I had to call him the afternoon Ford won the Republican nomination. After 4 Days of walking softly with my big stick in the Republican packed Hotel Lobby, they wanted me out because in their sight my stick turned into a club as they wanted me out saying, “you can’t walk around here with a club!” The Hotel Manager told the Republicans I could stay. The Republican Party Whips did their job dispersing the crowd that gather to question me for the 1st time in 4 Days.. It was the Hotel Manager who spotted me in the compressed delirious crowd listening to the cover band singing Paul McCartney & Wings, “Let em in” I don’t know what others in that big crowd were thinking, but I was thinking of these words in the Revelation of Jesus Christ 3: 20, Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.

Then the Hotel Manager called me to come up to the Secret Service restricted mezzanine having the podium of the President set up, as he was expected to be standing there any minute to speak to his supporters. Instead, the Secret Service led me right to The President’s podium, questioning me in view of the Republicans in the Lobby below. With that experience of that 1 night in my life, the pressure is on me to make sense of it all. The Secret Service have all the records of that period of my life buried somewhere in their Archives. It certainly seemed to me with things going that way, the Spirit of the letter in Revelation 3:7-8 is active, I have set before you an open door, and no man can shut it

I suppose it became too much for the Authorities for an unknown Canadian to be interviewed on local TV, with 2 separate profiles published by The Kansas City Times, and being able to drop in unexpected at a local Radio open line talk show during the 2nd hour ans welcomed in the studio to take questions from the Public. It was inevitable I would be detained as an Alien to be deported home to CanaDa. Bail was set at $5000. That would be 25,000 in Today’s Dollars. Speaking with an Immigration Judge on the phone bail was reduced to $500 people I met put up.

Arresting me as an Alien is legal confirmation as one of Christ’s, like him, I am in the World, but not of the World. God the Provider was most gracious to me again. By chance I met someone who was driving to Syracuse, N.Y. 241 miles from Home in Montreal. The bonus was that person had a spare ticket to see The Eagles at Kemper arena. We flew out of Kansas City right after the show! I stopped at the US border before entering CanaDa to sign papers so my friends got their bail money back.

There’s just too much to convey here so go here: SIGNS OF THE TIMES – Or is it TIMES OF THE SIGNS

Chapter 4: The Gag and the Sign (1977)

Arriving back in Montreal in December 1976 was a depressing time with no job, no money, no car, and no direction. I saw too much of God to find security in the Corporate World again. After the action packed awesome 15 months touring the US without a care or worry in the World, I was feeling trapped like Jonah of the whale fame with no place to go. I floundered for months, not knowing the next step. Then the sense of Mission quickened leading me to go to Ottawa, the Nation’s Capital. Hitchhiking there, the 1st place I went to was the Governor-General’s residence signing the Guest Book listing my City as New Jerusalem. That night I walked the streets all night wrestling with the question if I was actually doing God’s Will or my will? With the Dawn, workers started appearing downtown but it was cloudy with bitter biting cold that August 2, 1977. The lunchtime crowd was moving fast to get somewhere warm. No one would want to stop and listen in that cold wind.

The doubt crept into me that I should postpone. Wrestling with that, I realized if it was God’s Will, I should stand up in my Faith which is what I did, starting with “Citizens of Bytown, Romans roaming around and Russians rushing around. Lend me your ears. The town crier speaks!” Ottawa was called Bytown in the past.

To my great wonder and surprise, immediately with those words coming out of my mouth, the wind died, the clouds parted, and the warmth of the Sun rolled down The Sparks Street mall, and a crowd like this stopped to listen. This Ottawa Citizen picture was published a week after that Day the Newspaper reported the next Day in a buried 3×3 item with the header, ‘Preacher Arrested on Mall.’ That picture, with the one upstream, was published on page 2 of the Ottawa Citizen with the header, “Second warning for God’s Emissary’ taking 3/4of the page with a border around the whole report.” EVERY ONE who claims to have Faith in Christ Jesus is suppose to behave like God’s Emissary. That’s a fundamental of the Christian Faith.

The 1st Time I tested CanaDa’s Democracy, I was arrested for ‘shouting’ causing a disturbance. I has about 12 charges at trial, convicted, and put on Probation with only 1 condition typed in at the bottom of the Probation form with these explicit words, “not to attend on the Sparks Street Mall or any other street in Ottawa for the purpose of “SPEAKING” or shouting” At 31, I was sent to jail for the 1st time in my life for breach of that Probation.

The Apostolic Manifesto: The Major’s Seal—From a Canadian Jail to Gaza’s Cry

Chapter 5: The Trudeau Encounter and the Three Popes (1978)

It was frustrating going up to Parliament Hill to speak with Pierre Trudeau in 1977 as he entered or left the Members Entrance to the House of Commons. As soon as I showed up, the RCMP would stand in the middle of the road in front of the House, and I had to shout to get his attention which I never got. Reasoning with Christ within me to change that situation. I wrote a 1 page note hoping to give it to him and went up to the Hill. His hours were regular entering or leaving The House and I showed up at the time he usually returned from Lunch at home. As his limo pulled up he had a Guest for Lunch and as he was talking to whoever, he could see me standing across the road. As the lime pulled away exiting at the curb it was probably 15 feet under the portico to get inside and as he walked toward it I shouted, “Prime Minister! I have some information for you. Will you accept it, please?”

To my surprise, the Prime Minister froze in his footsteps. Try as he could, he couldn’t move until Aides from inside came out and dragged him into the House of Commons. The RCMP took me to their VIP HQ for questioning, the 1st one being “what’s in the letter?” I told them it’s not addressed to them. They questioned me at length and let me go but I still had the note to deliver to Trudeau. I went back to Parliament 3 days later and I just got to the top step under the Peace Tower when the PM’s limo passed by. Trudeau could have been in the Members entrance before I could get close. To my surprise and admiration, his limo stopped in the road, he got out and came over to me saying, “Why are you shouting at me?” I answered, “to get your attention!” He said, “I’m a busy man. I’ve got my work to do!” I replied, “I’ve got my work to do too! Prime Minister, I’ve got some information for you. Will you accept it please?” and he took the note. From that point, I was able to speak with him Face to Face from Time to Time at the curb of the Members entrance as he got out or into his limo for the next 7 years.

It’s a little known fact of Canadian History, in February 1984, the RCMP questioned me at length again on my attitude toward him? I liked him and was always respectful as the RCMP have the records. To my surprise, he quit being Prime Minister on February 29, 1984 and moved from ‘the House of Commons to the Cormier House in Montreal

In those 7 years, 1985 was a special year of three Popes, in the Prophetic Witness to Pierre Trudeau spelled out in this record,

Pierre Trudeau, the Year of Three Popes, and the Divine Shaking of Earthly Powers

Chapter 6: The Whitehorse Journey (1981)

In 1981 I was getting the strong impulse I had to hitchhike from Ottawa to White Horse in the Yukon, to draw attention to the rider on the White Horse in the Revelation of Jesus Christ 19. Getting there is the Voyage of Faith and it was successful.

The reporter writing this WhiteHorse Star story, to my unexpected surprise wrote this for MacLeans Magazine buried in the August 31, 1981 issue

Chapter 7: The Rooftop Declaration and the Supreme Appeal (1985)

The US and Soviet were shouting at each other in Public with no Diplomacy. You don’t have to be an Einstein to know where that ends without talking it out. In 1983 I encouraged Pierre Pierre to undertake a Peace Mission to lower the temper and he did it. This is the link to the CBC video reporting the time. https://www.cbc.ca/player/play/video/1.3335103

Unfortunately, Trudeau was not successful and 40 years ago on Remembrance Day, November 11, 1985, God moved me to make THE DECLARATION in the hearing of the Governor-General, the Prime Minister, The Military Brass, The Ambassadors of the Nations and the Public:

“Hear O people and Nations, even to the ends of the Earth, the Word of the LORD God, who is, and was, and is to come, The Almighty.

The LORD has a controversy with the people.

Do you do well to honour the dead, and yet, deny the God of the Living?

Why do you follow the vain traditions of men, and make of no effect, the Principles of God?

You come here for one hour, one day a year, in a great show of Public Patriotism, and then forgetting, go back to work and make the same careless mistakes made by the generations prior to the 1st and 2nd World Wars.

Hitler is dead, but it’s his legacy that remains. A Soviet-American military-industrial complex consuming $trillions of dollars every year, holding the entire World hostage…………”

“Hostage” was the last word said perched on a bus shelter roof, as police got up and grabbed the megaphone. I was arrested for shouting, causing a disturbance, convicted and fined $250. I appealed without a lawyer to The Supreme Court of Canada.

Even though a Lawyer friend gave me the Supreme Court precedent no one can be convicted of “shouting causing a disturbance” unless there’s something close to a riot which there wasn’t on November 11, and that was in the documentation presented to the Supreme Court ‘viva voche’ hearing. They refused to hear the Case and don’t have to give any reason for the refusal. C’est la vie!

Chapter 8: The Digital Age and the Signs Multiply (2013–2023)

This blog became the archive: “Signs of the Times” (2013) warned of the gathering storm, the gold dome’s echo in the Dollar Beast’s 1999 deregulation. The 2014 Temple Mount post named Armageddon’s flashpoint—9 years before Hamas’ “Al-Aqsa Flood” on October 7, 2023. The leaked US military manual for homeland internment camps (2019) exposed the beast’s domestic cages. The whirlwind is no longer distant; it is here.

Chapter 9: The Warnings to the Council of Thrones (2025)

This X was sent December 10, 2025 to @Pontifex @realDonaldTrump @netanyahu @_FriedrichMerz @MarkJCarney

A lesson in cause and effect, for those who believe they are above the law: When a nation’s power operates as piracy with a flag—seizing tankers in international waters, enforcing its unilateral will as global law—it does not merely break treaties. It breaks the civic covenant at home. It teaches its own people, in a language clearer than any sermon, that law is not principle, but the will of the strongest. That rules are for the weak. That sovereignty is a fiction to be ignored when inconvenient.

Now add the accelerant of a contracting economy: stagnant wages, impossible debt, a generation with no stake in the future. The lesson learned abroad becomes the survival logic at home.

The result is the volatile cocktail of our generation: the vigilante, the politician defying courts, the citizen who no longer believes the system is legitimate—only that it is rigged.

You cannot break international law abroad and expect domestic law to be revered at home. The seed of lawlessness, sown by imperial edict, is now sprouting in your own streets. This is not a political forecast. It is a spiritual law, as old as the prophets: “They sow the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind.” (Hosea 8:7).

The aircraft carrier that seized the tanker is the same power that arms the siege of Gaza. The domestic unravelling is the inevitable reflux of that exported violence.

You are building a world on the principle that might makes right. Your own people are now learning the lesson. What will you build when they have learned it completely?

To my surprise a week later, The Washington Post published an Opinion by an Internationally recognized Expert https://www.washingtonpost.com/world/2025/12/17/sudan-irc-report-2026-miliband-world-disorder/

We’re approaching a “more anarchic form of globalization without rules,” said David Miliband, the former British politician turned global humanitarian. The “New World Disorder” is a description of what’s happening in the world’s conflict zones, where 230 million people are left dependent on humanitarian need. The New World Disorder is the abuse of international humanitarian law in war. The New World Disorder is the internationalization of civil wars, so that they’re no longer internal conflicts between two sides, but multisided, internationalized power plays. The New World Disorder is the growing importance of profit over protection in the world’s conflict zones. And the New World Disorder is a framing of how geopolitics is impacting the lives of the most vulnerable people in the world who are civilians caught up in conflict….

On January 9, one month less a Day since the December 10 X, The Pope addressing the Diplomatic Core, addressed the issues in the December 10 X: https://www.vaticannews.va/en/pope/news/2026-01/poope-leo-xiv-address-diplomatic-corps-9-january-2026.html

Pope raises alarm over human rights and a spreading “zeal for war”

Chapter 10: The 50-Year Foreclosure (January 2–13, 2026)

No matter how they spin it, what Trump did January 2 was an ACT OF WAR 50 Years less a Day when Venezuela Nationalized their Natural Oil Resource on January 1, 1976. Since then the US has waged an Economic WAR to destroy the Economy like the US is doing to Iran since they Nationalized their Oil in 1953.

Trump has effectively put the World on NOTICE, US Domestic Law is now being applied extraterritoriality, and the whole World is subject to it.

Chapter 11: Epilogue – Speaking Truth to Power

Mike Pompeo @mikepompeo . Jan 10

The days ahead will tell us a lot about what’s next for the tottering Iranian regime. One thing is for sure – if the regular army is told to shoot their own people and refuses, it’s game over for the Ayatollah. Video: https://x.com/i/status/2010020076682981667

Ray Joseph Cormier @RayJC_Com · Jan 11

Exactly like it was game over for the CIA-MI6 1953 regime change of the Democratically elected Iranian government who finally Nationalized their own National wealth in 1953, in 1979. In 1953 your CIA installed the Shah, and trained his brutal Savak Police tolerating no dissent to the Shah’s rule in Public. I answered you on X January 2nd, Mike, when you posted this, “Happy New Year to every Iranian in the streets. Also to every Mossad agent walking beside them...” Outta the mouth of babes as the saying goes.

Nothing has changed except it’s getting worse faster!

Trump’s US Economic Sanctions are the root cause of the discontent of the ordinary Iranian People. The elites of any regime the US sanctions doesn’t do without. And Happy New Year to the Mossad Agents stirring up trouble in Iran?

You may have lost weight Mike, but you haven’t changed your stripes since this despicable exposure of your heart in training.

My Dear lost Brother in Christ. You’re still carrying by yourself too much baggage from the Past in this Day of The Lord 2028

December 22, 1963, President Truman who created the CIA, wrote an Opinion piece in the Washington Post regretting starting it because it strayed away from the purpose why he created it, to provide only Intelligence but it became ROGUE CIA