Know Your Lifts: The Romanian Deadlift (RDL)
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Some Democrats are reverting to their mean: they lost because the dumb
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Florida is More Conservative than Kansas…
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Let that sink in. Why do I say that? Because abortion on demand failed here
tonight. It passed in more rural states like Kansas. Legalization of
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I Predict 2022
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A 2020 Covid19 Fairytale Wedding
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A Circle Unbroken
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by the Night Writer (Originally written, September, 2019.) All my life,
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The Babylonian Trick
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The estimable Hans Fiene, the pastor behind Lutheran Satire, puts a name to
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I have been trying to move this place around, and things have got messy. At
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The Master of the Moment
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The F.B.I.'s reputation lies in tatters.
The press lies, and shrieks, and clatters.
And Trump just rides along and grins,
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No more dreams about dung
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J.I. Packer once asked, ‘What normal person spends his time nostalgically
dreaming of dung?’ One who doesn’t understand Philippians 3.7–10: But
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9 years ago
Wednesday, September 21, 2016
Okay.....
Check this out; an advertisement for a book endorsing total abstinence from alcohol with a dance track behind it. I am reminded of a friend who admitted that people took drugs at raves because the music was so bad, so I must contemplate the reality that there is something of a mixed message by Mr. Lumpkin. Not to mention, there's a bit of inconsistency on the part of those endorsing the book, mostly Baptists who ordinarily....don't dance any more than they admit drinking.
And I've got to remember the tune Lumpkin chose reminds me a lot of this little ditty by the Dead Milkmen. Somehow it seems a lot more appropriate than it ought to be.
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