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The Six-Day War

It is in the snow ice flow 8:24 AM Wednesday morning. It has been snowing for days here in West Michigan. We live near Lake Michigan so we get Lake effect snow. I was woke up this morning by our snow plow man clearing off our driveway. I also went out this morning shoveled snow off our driveway-walk way to our front door-I shoveled a path to our bird feeder. It is suppose to stop snowing next week.

I got up this morning around 6:05 AM. I got up made a pot of coffee and a bowl of oatmeal. I ate my oatmeal messing with our main computer. It looks like Trump is going to be our next world leader. America is under divine judgment. We are a sick nation. All I see around me is sickness of mind and spirit.

After messing with our main computer I got myself a cup of coffee and wrote in my paper diary. I am out of it spiritually so I can not read anything spiritual these days. I am going through a dry spell spiritually speaking. This is normal for me. I need something fresh to get into spiritually/a new course of study. Right now there is nothing coming out spiritually that interest me.

Last night I read my books on David Foster Wallace and went to bed around 10:30 PM. My wife called me around 8:35 PM and we talked a few minutes. She is having a good time being a Grandma.

Well, I suppose I will close to feel sick inside/weary of all the shit.

"[2] Hear, O heavens, and give ear, O earth: for the LORD hath spoken, I have nourished and brought up children, and they have rebelled against me.
[3] The ox knoweth his owner, and the ass his master's crib: but Israel doth not know, my people doth not consider.
[4] Ah sinful nation, a people laden with iniquity, a seed of evildoers, children that are corrupters: they have forsaken the LORD, they have provoked the Holy One of Israel unto anger, they are gone away backward.
[5] Why should ye be stricken any more? ye will revolt more and more: the whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint.
[6] From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is no soundness in it; but wounds, and bruises, and putrifying sores: they have not been closed, neither bound up, neither mollified with ointment.
[7] Your country is desolate, your cities are burned with fire: your land, strangers devour it in your presence, and it is desolate, as overthrown by strangers.
[8] And the daughter of Zion is left as a cottage in a vineyard, as a lodge in a garden of cucumbers, as a besieged city.
[9] Except the LORD of hosts had left unto us a very small remnant, we should have been as Sodom, and we should have been like unto Gomorrah." Isaiah 1:2-9


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