THE GLINTY: PREACH

The Glinty? 

Oh hell yes.

Tongues  by Joywave  

“Sometimes, when you have to make an executive decision it hurts simply because no one at the time understands the reason you did it.  But if you show true leadership capability at that moment, then hopefully, time will reveal the truth…   You may be redeemed.  Even if that doesn't happen, (and most often it does not) then at least you can rest in peace knowing that you did the right thing.  That is true leadership.”

---From here  

The Glinty said this:  “We gonna go dig up some old bones.”  From here

  

That was the reason for the huge white truck with all of the tools, and (of course) a massive wench with powerful drive and cable.

Do ya ken, he had in mind to pull Katheena’s powerful car out of the desert dune. 

But what did this mean?  Why do such a thing?

Well, it kinda mattered.

You will see.

The

Glinty

Preach

Here It Comes Again   by the Amazing Snakeheads      

We punks held true to our loyalty.  That was the most important thing of all, simply because it was the only thing we had left to ourselves.

A true nexus occurs only when all of the lines culminate at a point of focus. 

It’s like this:  You wake up in the morning, and when you start your morning routine, nothing seems to go according to plan.  That is there is the first hint of a day of a hundred different things demanding attention, and they all and each go awry.

These are diversions, and they will distract you.  You run out of hot water, your shoe lace breaks, the coffee maker won’t turn on, and you can’t find your keys.

This means one thing.  You will have to navigate the rest of the day by the one thing that you have always counted upon, which is this:

Your own, true instinct.

Hell yes.

Instinct is the thing that has brought you to where are now, and you must not ever resist listening to it.  It is the hairs on the back of your neck, the whisper to check under the bed,or in the closet before you go to bed…

Or, to not turn around and face what is making your skin crawl as you approach your lone automobile in the middle of a dim parking lot late at night, no, you need to run to your car and unlock the door as fast as you can and jump inside and lock the door and start the engine and drive the fuck out of there,

Or even swing your auto around and chase the one who is chasing you.

Or, in this case-

Step back and fight for your life.

That is the answer sometimes.

This was the answer, this time.

Fight for all of our lives.

The Glinty kicked that angry punk down and he shouted at the rest of us.

He said, “Get your shit together!”

Well, my friend, that was what we needed, US, and all who had joined US.

We needed to face impending doom with our own form of doom.

Whatever the cost.

---willies, engaged.

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Wait Through The War  

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