"Deflection"
Say that we are climbing a difficult mountain slope, one fraught with all sorts of obstacles. Others join us on the climb, and they are risking their lives and livelihoods too. There is a growing crowd of spectators at the bottom, cheering us all on.
We are all making steady progress, but someone in the group claims that they know a faster way to the summit. He's been climbing mountains for years, he tells them, and he knows which strategies are best. He has even developed special equipment for the task. A huge crowd of spectators buys his equipment and begins following him as he smiles broadly, waves confidently, and leads them toward the alternate route.
But we keep pressing upward. It's very hard work, and we are keeping our focus on the summit. We've been burned before on alternate routes, and we caution the other group before they leave that there is no easy way to the summit.
Days later some of the diverted crowd returns. But instead of re-joining us they are yelling at us and throwing rocks. As it turns out, the "faster" route was a dead end, and their leader has returned to his home office, leaving his followers stranded on the hillside. He's telling his large following that it is our fault that his route failed, that our warnings discouraged his followers so much that when the going got tough, they quit.
That's called deflection; blaming someone else for your own failures instead of owning up to them, learning from them, and rejoining the climb.
The diverter is free to rejoin our climb whenever he likes, but he prefers to sit in his office and complain about the rest of our team that is still climbing.
And while we are still making steady progress, he's trying to sell more climbing equipment.
That's called a conflict of interest.
Say that we are climbing a difficult mountain slope, one fraught with all sorts of obstacles. Others join us on the climb, and they are risking their lives and livelihoods too. There is a growing crowd of spectators at the bottom, cheering us all on.
We are all making steady progress, but someone in the group claims that they know a faster way to the summit. He's been climbing mountains for years, he tells them, and he knows which strategies are best. He has even developed special equipment for the task. A huge crowd of spectators buys his equipment and begins following him as he smiles broadly, waves confidently, and leads them toward the alternate route.
But we keep pressing upward. It's very hard work, and we are keeping our focus on the summit. We've been burned before on alternate routes, and we caution the other group before they leave that there is no easy way to the summit.
Days later some of the diverted crowd returns. But instead of re-joining us they are yelling at us and throwing rocks. As it turns out, the "faster" route was a dead end, and their leader has returned to his home office, leaving his followers stranded on the hillside. He's telling his large following that it is our fault that his route failed, that our warnings discouraged his followers so much that when the going got tough, they quit.
That's called deflection; blaming someone else for your own failures instead of owning up to them, learning from them, and rejoining the climb.
The diverter is free to rejoin our climb whenever he likes, but he prefers to sit in his office and complain about the rest of our team that is still climbing.
And while we are still making steady progress, he's trying to sell more climbing equipment.
That's called a conflict of interest.
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"How to Be Safe"
When I first joined the Lindell team last March, two former Navy Seals took me aside to interview me and to teach me how to be safe. This is a dangerous business we are in.
Their very first words to me were, "Not everyone involved in this movement is on our side. Be careful who you associate with."
Next, it was, "Not everyone in this movement has the same motives and goals as we do."
Within a mere two weeks, I had already encountered several examples of each warning. I was shocked and devastated. It was an eye-opener to discover that there was so much corruption in so many of our institutions and leadership.
Since then, I have gleaned my inner group to just a trusted few, and they have been a constant source of inspiration for me. I try my best to stay focused on our goals, and to help and support every patriot that I can.
I am making friends that I will love until the day I die.
It is cool hanging with patriots.
When I first joined the Lindell team last March, two former Navy Seals took me aside to interview me and to teach me how to be safe. This is a dangerous business we are in.
Their very first words to me were, "Not everyone involved in this movement is on our side. Be careful who you associate with."
Next, it was, "Not everyone in this movement has the same motives and goals as we do."
Within a mere two weeks, I had already encountered several examples of each warning. I was shocked and devastated. It was an eye-opener to discover that there was so much corruption in so many of our institutions and leadership.
Since then, I have gleaned my inner group to just a trusted few, and they have been a constant source of inspiration for me. I try my best to stay focused on our goals, and to help and support every patriot that I can.
I am making friends that I will love until the day I die.
It is cool hanging with patriots.
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"Infighting"
It takes two to Tango.
And I'm not dancing.
I have too much work to do.
It takes two to Tango.
And I'm not dancing.
I have too much work to do.
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"Missouri"
The people in Missouri have been amazingly gracious and a delight to be with. What a fabulous two days, with one more to go! Tomorrow morning I will be addressing a large crowd in the capitol rotunda after being formally introduced to their state legislatures.
Last night I spoke at an impromptu meeting with about thirty in attendance. Intimate, fun, and very interactive. The press was there, and not surprisingly there was hit piece in today's paper. The press is so intellectually dishonest it is appalling.
Today I had two private meetings with legislators. The Missouri legislature is full of especially good folks. I think Missouri has a very good formula... their legislators are obviously not in it for the pay—their aides make more than they do.
I'm especially proud to call Representative Ann Kelley my friend. Like lone legislators in other states, she is coming under fire for standing up for Missouri elections. She is a warrior, and a patriot.
I also met today with the "Missouri Canvassers," one of the most skilled and productive canvassing groups in the country. I am honored that they consider me their friend, and I am pleased to help them whenever I can. I'm glad they are on our side!
https://t.me/MO_Can
Tonight I spoke to a large group at a dinner event. Great food and great company.
I've spent so much time in Missouri... perhaps I should to register to vote here. 😉
The people in Missouri have been amazingly gracious and a delight to be with. What a fabulous two days, with one more to go! Tomorrow morning I will be addressing a large crowd in the capitol rotunda after being formally introduced to their state legislatures.
Last night I spoke at an impromptu meeting with about thirty in attendance. Intimate, fun, and very interactive. The press was there, and not surprisingly there was hit piece in today's paper. The press is so intellectually dishonest it is appalling.
Today I had two private meetings with legislators. The Missouri legislature is full of especially good folks. I think Missouri has a very good formula... their legislators are obviously not in it for the pay—their aides make more than they do.
I'm especially proud to call Representative Ann Kelley my friend. Like lone legislators in other states, she is coming under fire for standing up for Missouri elections. She is a warrior, and a patriot.
I also met today with the "Missouri Canvassers," one of the most skilled and productive canvassing groups in the country. I am honored that they consider me their friend, and I am pleased to help them whenever I can. I'm glad they are on our side!
https://t.me/MO_Can
Tonight I spoke to a large group at a dinner event. Great food and great company.
I've spent so much time in Missouri... perhaps I should to register to vote here. 😉
Telegram
Missouri Canvassers
Citizen volunteer canvassers across the State of Missouri working to gather election evidence.
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"If I must boast, I will boast of the things that show my weakness."
—The Apostle Paul, to the Corinthian Church
(The following is re-posted from some comments above)
This is Ally Rose. Do not judge a man until you know the man. To know Dr Frank is to love ❤️ him. I know this man. Michelle and Sarah know this man. The Supermoms know him. People who have met him in person at events all over this country love the man they have met. He commented with no comment because he was making it clear that he would not be addressing insane comical allegations. He has the right to do that because it his channel. Everyone who knows him will testify to his humility, his humor, his brilliance, and to the love and warmth he shows to everyone he meets. This man doesn’t brag about his incredible resume, but I will proudly step in and do so. This man finds pure joy in data and it resonates through his work. He is known for his hugs and his love of teaching the children he meets. When you know Dr Frank, you instantly become part of his extended nationwide family. He is a gift and a treasure to this country. When the truth comes to light and this country is saved from tyranny and a stolen election, Dr Frank will go down in history. Not for accusations coming from petty jealous men, but for following the data to find the absolute truth. God bless.
It is humbling to be so loved. Thank you, Ally Rose. Perhaps you should speak at my funeral someday... 😇
—The Apostle Paul, to the Corinthian Church
(The following is re-posted from some comments above)
This is Ally Rose. Do not judge a man until you know the man. To know Dr Frank is to love ❤️ him. I know this man. Michelle and Sarah know this man. The Supermoms know him. People who have met him in person at events all over this country love the man they have met. He commented with no comment because he was making it clear that he would not be addressing insane comical allegations. He has the right to do that because it his channel. Everyone who knows him will testify to his humility, his humor, his brilliance, and to the love and warmth he shows to everyone he meets. This man doesn’t brag about his incredible resume, but I will proudly step in and do so. This man finds pure joy in data and it resonates through his work. He is known for his hugs and his love of teaching the children he meets. When you know Dr Frank, you instantly become part of his extended nationwide family. He is a gift and a treasure to this country. When the truth comes to light and this country is saved from tyranny and a stolen election, Dr Frank will go down in history. Not for accusations coming from petty jealous men, but for following the data to find the absolute truth. God bless.
It is humbling to be so loved. Thank you, Ally Rose. Perhaps you should speak at my funeral someday... 😇
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From the Apostle Paul's letter to the Romans.
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"Bullies"
When I was in the 5th grade a bully and his two followers waited for me after school to rough me up. I was the smart, small, nerdy kid.
I mounted my purple stingray and tried to escape, but they grabbed the handlebars and stopped me.
I kept trying to escape, but things kept escalating. So I set the bike down and beat the crap out of the main bully.
With his two buddies watching in stunned amazement, I made sure to break his nose and gave him two black eyes. He did not return to school for over a week.
No one ever bullied me again, but I always felt bad about it.
While I was in high school, a bully drove out to our farm to beat me up. As he raced up the gravel driveway, my step-dad said, "If it comes to blows, make sure that you hit him first, that you break his nose, and that he sees stars."
I walked out into the driveway to meet my would-be assailant, remembering my earlier experience and my new advice.
As the big guy flew out of his truck, I quickly reached out my right hand for his.
My outstretched hand caught him off guard... and he took it.
I didn't let go, and I looked him dead in the eyes. He was way bigger than me.
But I didn't let go. I was a wirey but strong farmboy, and I wasn't letting go.
There were inches between our noses, eye to eye, he was blabbering on, and I had his right hand in my vice grip.
I wasn't letting go.
Finally, he'd said his piece, I let go of his hand, he got back in his truck, and he left.
There is more than one way to deal with a bully.
The first step is... don't back down.
The second step is to stare directly into their eyes.
What happens next is up to them.
If they insist, I'll open a can of whoop-ass on them.
But I'd prefer to stare them down and give them the time that they need to blow off steam.
All the while, shaking their hand.
After all, bullies usually have unresolved issues, and giving them the chance to avoid stupid mistakes is a charity. Opportunities they may later thank you for.
When I was in the 5th grade a bully and his two followers waited for me after school to rough me up. I was the smart, small, nerdy kid.
I mounted my purple stingray and tried to escape, but they grabbed the handlebars and stopped me.
I kept trying to escape, but things kept escalating. So I set the bike down and beat the crap out of the main bully.
With his two buddies watching in stunned amazement, I made sure to break his nose and gave him two black eyes. He did not return to school for over a week.
No one ever bullied me again, but I always felt bad about it.
While I was in high school, a bully drove out to our farm to beat me up. As he raced up the gravel driveway, my step-dad said, "If it comes to blows, make sure that you hit him first, that you break his nose, and that he sees stars."
I walked out into the driveway to meet my would-be assailant, remembering my earlier experience and my new advice.
As the big guy flew out of his truck, I quickly reached out my right hand for his.
My outstretched hand caught him off guard... and he took it.
I didn't let go, and I looked him dead in the eyes. He was way bigger than me.
But I didn't let go. I was a wirey but strong farmboy, and I wasn't letting go.
There were inches between our noses, eye to eye, he was blabbering on, and I had his right hand in my vice grip.
I wasn't letting go.
Finally, he'd said his piece, I let go of his hand, he got back in his truck, and he left.
There is more than one way to deal with a bully.
The first step is... don't back down.
The second step is to stare directly into their eyes.
What happens next is up to them.
If they insist, I'll open a can of whoop-ass on them.
But I'd prefer to stare them down and give them the time that they need to blow off steam.
All the while, shaking their hand.
After all, bullies usually have unresolved issues, and giving them the chance to avoid stupid mistakes is a charity. Opportunities they may later thank you for.
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"Disabilities"
At the K-12 private school where I've taught part time for 25 years (my 'recess') the median IQ is 145. These kids are a national treasure.
Over the years, about 1/2 of the students were "plain vanilla," no issues, just delightful brilliance.
About 1/4 of the students were burnouts from public school. Amazing minds who nevertheless struggled with boredom and being two standard deviations or more different than their peers.
Redeeming these minds was rewarding, watching the requickening of minds that had been numbed in their former circumstances.
The remaining 1/4 typically had a disability, such as severe ADD, autism, or aspergers. We only succeeded with about half of these lovely children, because sometimes their disability made them just too incompatible with their peers.
Every success in this last 1/4 was particularly rewarding. It often took lots of love and patience, but I would revel in their successes on graduation day.
Sometimes really bright people with disabilities just require patience.
At the K-12 private school where I've taught part time for 25 years (my 'recess') the median IQ is 145. These kids are a national treasure.
Over the years, about 1/2 of the students were "plain vanilla," no issues, just delightful brilliance.
About 1/4 of the students were burnouts from public school. Amazing minds who nevertheless struggled with boredom and being two standard deviations or more different than their peers.
Redeeming these minds was rewarding, watching the requickening of minds that had been numbed in their former circumstances.
The remaining 1/4 typically had a disability, such as severe ADD, autism, or aspergers. We only succeeded with about half of these lovely children, because sometimes their disability made them just too incompatible with their peers.
Every success in this last 1/4 was particularly rewarding. It often took lots of love and patience, but I would revel in their successes on graduation day.
Sometimes really bright people with disabilities just require patience.
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