Political party=Jeffersonian meets Libertarian meets Star Ship Troopers. Free speech is only for free people. Commies and soy lefties are censored and perma banned here.
Ken Larson was awarded the Bronze Star during two military tours in Vietnam. His career subsequently spanned 36 years with major aerospace and defense companies and small business consulting. Ken received the SCORE National Achievement Award in 2010 and the MicroMentor Award for Outstanding Service In Mentorship in 2021. Micro Mentor and SCORE are non-profit organization offering free assistance to small business in business planning, operations, marketing and other aspects of starting and successfully operating a small enterprise. Ken is the author of two books, "Odyssey Of Armaments" and "Small Business Federal Government Contracting". He specializes in Small, Veteran-owned, Minority-Owned and Woman-Owned Businesses beginning work with the Federal Government. You can contact Ken for small business assistance at MicroMentor by going to: https://classic.micromentor.org/mentor/38640 or by going to SCORE at: https://www.score.org/southmetro/profile/ken-larson
JESUS LOVES YOU SO MUCH THAT HE CAME LOOKING FOR YOU. - Luke 19:10.
BEFORE HE WENT BACK TO HEAVEN HE SAID: I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also. - John 14:1-3.
MAKE SURE YOU ARE READY TO GO AND MEET HIM WHEN THE TRUMPET SOUNDS...1 Thessalonians 4:13-18; 1 Corinthians 15:53-58. 🙏🙏🙏
Observer, Historian & Author. Preserving History, one post at a time. Disclaimer: Not for the psychologically impaired. Apologies, but I'm not the midwit whisperer. https://commoncitizen.substack.com/
A concerned American citizen that demands strict adherence to We The People's Constitution. As well as the honoring of our rights that were supposed to be secured by that supreme law of the land. Website: https://gunshowonthenet.blogspot.com/
Never a castle falls to bombardment of an enemy. Never do powerful feel the agony of war. They feast on the souls of innocence. Their cups runneth over with the death of youth, but only of strangers; To fill an appetite, a hunger for power, to indulge in its drunkeness. Oblivious to neighboring fences that hide carnage in graves, awaiting time to pass for forgiveness of sins. ***