NEWS
What Type Of Liberty Are We Really Celebrating On The 4th Of July? – Bill Heid
London fears losing ‘market’ and ‘influence’ if Trump makes ‘peace’ with ‘boogeyman’ Russia
No Fifth Column in the Kremlin? Think Again! – The Saker
Riot Breaks Out In Portland As Antifa Activists Clash With Conservative Marchers – Tyler Durden
Antifa: Growth of an American Insurgency – Corey Schink
New EU Deal Continues Migrant Influx, Advances Globalism – Alex Newman
The Dictatorship Over America: How It Functions – Eric Zuesse
Deutsche Bank In PANIC MODE as Stock Near RECORD LOW (VIDEO) – The Money GPS
It started with your shoes, then your water. Now the TSA wants your snacks. – Martine Powers
Is the Leash Now Off the ‘Other CIA?’ – Wayne Madsen
The Best Techniques Guaranteed To Turn Your Home Into A Fortress – Cache Valley Prepper
Argentina Blew A Billion Dollars To Rescue The Peso On Friday… And Failed – Tyler Durden
The Fed Gives Wall Street Banks Okay to Prop Up Their Stock Prices – Pam Martens and Russ Martens
Emerging Market Crisis Spreads To The Core, Central Banks Face Catch-22 – John Rubino
Practically Tactical: Maximizing the Common Shotgun for Defense – Chad Nabors
VERSE FOR THE DAY ( USED BEFORE, BUT MORE RELEVANT THAN EVER )
Isaiah 1:7 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.
LYRIC FOR THE WEEK
Look out, Mama,
there’s a white boat
comin’ up the river
With a big red beacon,
and a flag,
and a man on the rail
I think you’d better call John,
‘Cause it don’t
look like they’re here
to deliver the mail
And it’s less than a mile away
I hope they didn’t come to stay
It’s got numbers on the side
and a gun
And it’s makin’ big waves.
Daddy’s gone,
my brother’s out hunting
in the mountains
Big John’s been drinking
since the river took Emmy-Lou
So the powers that be
left me here
to do the thinkin’
And I just turned twenty-two
I was wonderin’ what to do
And the closer they got,
The more those feelings grew.
Daddy’s rifle in my hand
felt reassurin’
He told me,
Red means run, son,
numbers add up to nothin’
But when the first shot
hit the docks I saw it comin’
Raised my rifle to my eye
Never stopped to wonder why.
Then I saw black,
And my face splashed in the sky.
( Powder Finger by Neil Young )
IMAGE FOR THE DAY