Good morning, good morning, my friends.

My friends.

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Freedom.com slash donate.

You know the story.

You know the story.

I have some Bitcoin stuff for you, but I also have glorious listener conversations

to engage in to absorb gelatinous cubcile.

Raynard, like the fox, like the fox, Reynard.

If you wanted to unmute, I would be happy to chat this fine morning.

Hello, how you done?

Good, how you doing?

Thanks for taking my question once again.

I also would like to thank you. I don't know if there's a direct answer, but I had asked a question

about the prodigal son and you gave a beautiful answer. I just wanted to thank you for that.

That's a great question. Thank you. Yeah, so my question today, it's about, I read a poem many years ago.

I forget the title of it, but I think it was something to the effect of,

shall the weak or the meek inherit the earth, the tyranny of the week.

And it was about a old woman who was dying in

hospice and she was in the hospital. And she pretty much sort of dominated and bullied her entire

family and forced them to come down to the hospital, wash her feet, that sort of thing, and

paid tribute to her. And everybody was terrified to say no, wash her feet, that sort of thing, and pay tribute to her. And everybody

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