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First Principles: Freedom Is Never More Than One Generation Away From Extinction. We Didn’t Pass It To Our Children In the Blood Stream. It Must be Fought For, Protected, and Handed On For Them To Do The Same

“Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. We didn’t pass it to our children in the bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same.” – Ronald Reagan

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First Principles: Freedom Is Never More Than One Generation Away From Extinction

 “Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. We didn’t pass it to our children in the bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same, or one day we will … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Freedom Is Never More Than One Generation Away From Extinction

“Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. We didn’t pass it to our children in the bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same, or one day we will … Continue reading

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Moving To Indiana 2004

Moving to Indiana 2004by Michael DoylePulling up to the state lineThe moment we crossed overThe rain began October 24, 20004 I swear it seemed to have no end40 days in, the jokes beganShould I build an arkThere would be no … Continue reading

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The Wonderous California Coast

The Wonderous California Coastby Michael DoyleWe are escorted by dolphin laughterComing from guardians who are afterThe company that they find in playAlong the bow of our boat, much like yesterdayWhen mighty Calypso sailed the coastal deepsAlong the coral reefs to … Continue reading

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Imaginary Friend

Imaginary Friendby Michael DoyleIn the eternal sense of voiceThat I believed was a choiceA deviance disguised as free willIs but an illusion and was never realI made up my imaginary friendThat one on whom I could dependTelling myself faith was … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Freedom Is Never More Than One Generation Away From Extinction

“Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. We didn’t pass it to our children in the bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same, or one day we will … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Freedom Is Never More Than One Generation Away From Extinction

“Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. We didn’t pass it to our children in the bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same, or one day we will … Continue reading

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NaNoWriMo Thoughts

NaNoWriMo Thoughtsby Michael DoyleSince the first cave paintingStories have been written and toldHere now in all of our waitingIs yet another story to be written and soldIt’s a path of thinking and imaginationIn a what if world of machinationAn another … Continue reading

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Wild Winds

As mentioned before, it is birthday weekend for a very sweet daughter whose gentle spirit and artistic ways make me a better man in every way.  I am so proud to be her father.  I thought it might be, and … Continue reading

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