Leftovers.

 Oh those big dinners such as Turkey Day and Christmas.  Mom fixed plenty and as a teen I could eat 3 plates at dinner.  The leftovers beckoned my brother and me for sandwiches and pie later.  We burned it all off!  

For any sierra juliet whiskey creeping about, my bfam and I devised a system of delivering food to the poor.  More on that another time.

Leftovers can well be shared.  Loaves and fishes come to mind.  Sometime it's better than original and sometimes not -s-.  But it is available.  Waste not, want not.

On another level, it can mean inheritance.  Materially, it is effects, clothes, house, furniture etc.  Mentally, it's what was taught.  Spiritually, it is actually the core of forever, such as love never dying.  

After all is said and done, what's left?

A meal or garbage.

It's what we make of it.

Follow The Leaders

 Confusion runs rampant.  Armies or gangs of terrorist are running amok.  That's how the collectivists hide/obfuscate.  We have a commie hydra on our hands.

We need to watch, analyze, calculate.  Yes, we must be ready for action.  Just the reason we must do the former.

The hydra.  Cut off a head, 2 more appear.  Heracles solved that.  He got his nephew to cauterize each stump as he cut each head.  The final head was cut and placed under a huge rock.  Heracles dipped his arrowheads in the poisonous blood.

Terrorists?  Go after the heads.  Use their poisonous politics/tactics against them.

Is this being done?

We will see.

Undertaker

 These days there are those who want to bury America.  The masks as it were have fallen.  The tactics are classic Bolshevik.

We need undertakers.

Now, you have to take a look at the words definitions.

True, most think of those who prepare and bury the dead.  Quite a biz.

Undertake also means to take on or assume a job/responsibility.  The responsibility should be obvious.

Restore the Republic.

There is no time to fence sit.  We must be informed and when we act, it must be in truth and self defense.

Perhaps the job is more dire than the days of the War pf Independence.  

Be careful, for our enemies are slippery  They lie and denying their own existence is part of it.

We have Light and Truth on our side.  But we must act.  We must undertake the responsibility of 'doing Freedom'.  

As the collectivists try to turn tables, spread the example given us long ago but fresh as dawm.

Kruschchev said communism would bury the US.  That happens only if we let it.

People must be shown.  In spite of the obtuse who cling to lead weight of denial, crowds are flocking to Liberty.  

Undertake to show and teach them.  They are our siblings in Freedom

As for that common definition of undertaker, I leave you with the words of Dr Joseph Warren:

"May our land be a land of liberty...until the last shock of time

shall bury the empires of the world in one common undistinguishable

ruin!"   Joseph Warren

My BFAM

 My brother from another mother crossed over.  For the sake of anonymity, I'll leave off his name.  But, I'll tell you about him.

We first met in a college English class.  As people do, we simply got to know each other.  This guy was one of those people one likes from the start.  We talked things out and found much in common.

We were both involved in church work and cared about parishioners as well as all the people in several neighborhoods.  In an increasingly subverted church, we were a support base for one another.  Individuals banding together ala E Pluribus Unum.

Our commitment to family was literal as we became fathers.  Being there and raising our kids was predominate.  

We weathered the storm of liberal assault when we were actually historically liberal.  We were truly content of character.

We gathered good food discarded by groceries and distributed it to neighborhoods.  Perhaps a local food bank idea grew from that.

He was a counselor.  He helped many kids find success out of turmoil.  We both dealt with the tempest tossed and relied on one another for support.

We fought evil and evil attacked us.  By God's grace and our friendship, we came through.  

I never knew anyone who healed and loved more than he.

He was godfather to the kids, a defender of family and Light.

Vietnam War vet, doctorate in Education, counselor, family man.  And more

Free spirit of Light on earth.

I learned to fight bullies.

Physically from my big brother of blood.

Intellectually by my GreatGrandmother.

Spiritually by my big brother from another mother.

There is so much.  Hard in a few words to summarize a life of love and commitment to Light.

He is in spirit.

Love never dies.