There's no liberal equivalent of Donald Trump.
I shall omit former particulars, and begin with informing the Reader, that, in 1792, I was strangely visited, by day and night, concerning what was coming upon the whole earth.
In 1792, my Sister told me, I was growing out of my senses.
The end of all things is at hand; that Satan's kingdom will be destroyed, and Satan chained down for a thousand years, and Christ's kingdom established upon earth.
New-Year's Day arriving, and the ministers, to whom I wrote, remaining silent, I consider their silence as evidence, that they cannot prove what I said not to be from the Lord, and have therefore published as I was directed.
I was now ordered to have my writings copied, and put into the printer's hand.
At the end of 1795 and beginning of 1796, I was ordered to write to the Church ministers.
Pride is never sinful when it is Justice.
People want you to be ordinary.
Complete garbage. It's like Garden State, but in outer space.
gastronomy is and always has been connected with its sister art of love.