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In my life, as I stumble from foolishness to foolishness, sometimes I accidentally step into a steaming pile of truth.

Some of you might be going “ew! are you comparing truth to flop? well, sorta, because sometimes the truth is messy, and sometimes the truth definitely stinks. contrary to the ancient mot of “truth is beauty, and beauty truth” sometimes the truth can be very ugly. It can be painful, uncomfortable, inconvenient and disbelieved. but to me, there is an eternal allure and beauty to truth. the allure is that we are wired to seek it. It is essential. its beauty is that no matter how disbelieved it is, no matter how disliked it is, no matter how much discomfort and pain it causes, it remains pure and inviolate. It is the light from a single match that all the darkness in the world cannot put out, or the furnace of a sun that burns away everything that is false and of the darkness.

Truth, by its very nature can not die, but it can be concealed, buried under mounds of lies and deceptions. It can be ignored, but not forever. It can be hated and rejected, but that just makes it shine all the brighter and adds to its eternal call. it can be, and is, attacked, but can never be destroyed.

Sometimes truth is easy, sometimes it is difficult to find. chances are that the way the world is being presented to you in the press is basically untrue, a blend of outright lies, half truths, misdirections, insinuations and bias. do not be fooled. The media no longer salutes a noble goal, but rather it’s become the slave of its masters, and the spreaders of propaganda. Their masters demands and the almighty dollar are their driving forces, and they have become nothing more than performance art with an agenda that is not yours. they want to sell you their product, and please their masters, not provide you with the truth. a free press does not mean a licentious press, and their crimes against the American (and all) people is great. they have forsworn their great calling of speaking truth to power and now busy themselves covering up truth for power.

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The truth abides, however. do not be lazy. get yourself a shovel and muck it out. and when you find it, speak it! live it! the joy and peace in your Spirit is worth the pain.

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Eric Thönnesen

Born in Sav'h Ga. 1949. I spent most of my earliest years growing on my maternal grandparents farm in Bulloch Cty., Ga. just outside of Pembroke. I began writing verse at the age of 12 as a challenge to write the winning poem for the school paper and be printed. I won and have been writing ever since. Served on Annual staff and newspaper staff starting in jr. high, mostly photography at the beginning. Began the study of journalism in high school where as a member of the newspaper staff i became the first junior to receive the Quill & Scroll. Then I made possibly the worst mistake of my life...I decided to major in psychology at Georgia Southern College (now University). That didn't work out, and neither did college. Fatherhood was calling. Over the years i have served in many functions, both as a minister, and as a bouncer at a downtown club. When the "empty nest" came i began tinkering around with social media, mostly as a venue to share my poetry or perhaps a story. Then i wrote a few op-eds and posted them on my personal page. Much to my surprise, they got very good (small...but good) responses. Then all this craziness hit. I decided to create an alternate page in an effort to keep my personal page peaceful. Thought Project IX was born. A mixture of news, opinion, humor, faith....you know, all that deplorable stuff. My wife of 48 yrs. minus 1 week passed away in Nov. after a 5 yr. battle with neuro-endocrine cancer that metastasized from her liver.

 

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