Fact #1. I don’t belong here— I’m innocent. I’m only sorta kidding. Our planet Urantia is, in a peculiar sense, a prison/playpen for self-conscious monkey men. Granted, it’s a large, spectacularly beautiful and complex prison, and it would seem, a prison very poorly run, for the most part, by the most unqualified inmates; but there’s way more to it …
Donald Trump is dangerously mentally ill and temperamentally incapable of being president. He has “malignant narcissism”— which is incurable.
We take this opportunity to wish you the very best life has to offer this Holiday Season. We are humbly grateful to each of you that visit us here in the b-sphere. . .
Philip Geiger, my one and only blog bro here at UrantianSojourn, graduated from life on Urantia Monday evening.
I think I’ve finally figured out why Ted Cruz inspires such loathsomeness among all but his most dedicated followers. The answer is: Time Travel! The thesis is this: Someone has invented a two-seater time machine, traveled back into the past, to either the time of the Spanish Inquisition or the Salem witch trials, and brought forward their chief prosecutor…. It’s called “judicial activism,” or in this case, a variant and precursor thereof. If there is any remaining doubt that that judicial activism, the bete noire of conservatives, is anything but their projection aimed at liberal and progressive politicians, then one need only point to its walking, talking embodiment — Ted Cruz.
All five of the women sat down on the stone near the entrance and talked over the situation; it had not yet occurred to them that Jesus had been resurrected.
Hard-working citizens have been forced to dip into their wallets to rescue the very people that destroyed so much of their personal economic futures. The downwardly mobile American electorate has, by and large, an intuitive understanding that they are being royally screwed by the Powers That Be even if they aren’t familiar with the particulars.