Trump Talks About Serving More Than Two Terms As President

"Musings about violating constitution come amid a day of astonishing outbursts"

Tom Embury-Dennis, The Independent, (UK), August 22, 2019muses about serving more than two

"Donald Trump has again mused about serving more than the legal limit of two terms as US president, during an extraordinary exchange with reporters outside the White House.

'What they’re doing, is they’re trying the racist deal. And that’s not going to work, because I am the least racist person ever to serve in office, OK?' Mr Trump said on Wednesday in reference to the New York Times, which has angered him over its renewed focus on racial division in America.

'I am the least racist person. But the New York Times, they’re trying everything they can. It is a totally dishonest newspaper. It’s the paper that really has lost tremendous credibility.'

'Let me tell you. In six years – or maybe 10 or maybe 14, right? – in six years, when I’m not here, the New York Times goes out of business very quickly.'"

DANCING WITH THE SPIRITS IS THE STORY OF ONE MAN'S JOURNEY TO SPIRITUAL ENLIGHTENMENT TO RISE ABOVE THESE TROUBLING TIMES. 

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Bill Tenuto at the Yankton Reservation, South Dakota

From Dancing with the Spirits 

“I awakened.

 

I peeked out from my sleeping bag and looked to the east.  My night was ending, giving way to dawn’s first light dimly illuminating a green dark prairie grass sea.

 

I watched and waited, huddled in my sleeping bag. A point of red light flashed low in the east on the line where sky meets Earth. I took my pipe, crawled out of my sleeping bag with it and got on my feet, breathing in the cool, fresh morning air. The point of red light flared and stretched left and right, distending into a misshapen, elongated top half of a rising, red sun awakening with me.  In a couple of minutes or so the full circle of the morning sun rose above the horizon. 

 

A new day had begun.

 

I held up my pipe and pointed the stem at the morning sun, welcoming it’s warmth after a chilly South Dakota night.  I prayed.  “Thank you, Father Sun,” giving thanks to him for his gift.  Then I asked him if he had a message for me.

 

He said, “I am your Father. I am here to care for you always. I will be with you every day while you fast, and I will provide for you.”     

     

It was my first day of Hanblechia which means Crying for a Vision in the Dakota language. I would stay put on top of that hill for four days and nights with no food and no water. I was disconnecting from the physical world. The spirit world was taking me in.

 

I had come a long way from where I was born and raised in the suburbs of Northern New Jersey, just a few miles from New York City.

 

What brought me here? The time has come to tell my story.”