And sometimes you just get, you got a rock and roll, sometimes you find yourself.

The sun's coming up and, well, it's one of those morning.

It's another deque the sunrise, staring slowly across the sky.

Said goodbye.

He was just a hired hand, working on the dreams he planned to try.

The days go by.

Every night when you play those mornings, I finish this thing up sometimes about five, five, thirty in the morning.

And I look outside and the sun's coming up, starting to come up.

I said, well, you know what?

Let me grab another cup of coffee. It's usually a little coffee left in the coffee maker.

Nobody's around. It's all quiet.

Go outside. It's not too cold.

Sit on a chair, watch the sun come up.

No tequila, unfortunately, but in my mind, it's still a tequila sunrise.

Let's go to the first call because I want to talk about these things philosophically,

because there's some fantastic points made in both calls.

As it relates to yesterday's email from a subscriber again who's concerned about a situation

where a defense contractor will be profiting more than $200,000 a day by bringing

millets in aged illegal aliens into town into an old college that has since shut down.

Basically, it's in the middle of town, a small quiet town and they're talking about bringing these people in.

Mostly males 13 to 17, military fucking age.

Who knows for what?

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