A Time to Give Up Your Secrets, Dan Coats.

The intelligence agencies signaled on Friday that they would not easily give up their secrets. Dan Coats, the director of national intelligence, pledged to cooperate with the review but also warned that the secrets of the intelligence community, or I.C., must be protected.

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(Therefore whatsoever ye have spoken in darkness shall be heard in the light; and that which ye have spoken in the ear in closets shall be proclaimed upon the housetops.  Bible. KJV. Luke 12:3.)

Like a worm in luscious fruit,

like the pebble in a boot,

secrets fester and destroy

man's morality and joy.

Keeping mum and playing sly

sends our best laid plans awry.

When transparency departs,

we are left with sterile charts.

When the world is classified

vital truths are cast aside.

May the truth in my heart rage

(unless you want to know my age.)

The Father is aware of us, knows our needs, and will help us perfectly.

Elder Brook P. Hales

The Father is aware of us, knows our needs, and will help us perfectly. 

Brook P. Hales. 

The only flawless deeds are done

by our Father and his Son.

The Father is aware of all;

his Son has saved us from the Fall.

So give them praise unceasingly

and their perfection you shall see.

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Airlines and Passengers Prepare for Summer Snarls

The summer travel season is poised to inflict pain on both U.S. airlines and fliers.

A record 257 million people are expected to fly with U.S. airlines this summer, according to trade group Airlines for America. Those travelers will likely have to deal with the consequences of multiple issues weighing down the nation’s air travel network, including the extended grounding of Boeing Co.’s 737 MAX jets, runway closures and labor shortages. 

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My baggage is lost; my seat is too small.

The meal that I'm served a goat would appall.

An air marshal glares upon my blank face,

and likely is going to give me a tase. 

Departure delayed; arrival unsure --

is this any way to start a grand tour?

My seat belt's too tight -- am I getting fat?

Behind me there sits a squalling young brat.

The tarmac is hot; I smell the asphalt.

This summer of flying is ruined by default.

I wonder, did Wilbur and Orville pretend

that flight into H*ll would not quickly descend?

Press Forward

Wherefore, ye must press forward with a steadfastness in Christ, having a perfect brightness of hope, and a love of God and of all men.
2 Nephi. 31:20

The charge has been given

and with glowing hope

I step forward as steady as I can.

But can I love all and be all

that the Lord commands?

Like Peter's tentative watery steps,

the boisterous waves of doubt

sometimes drag me down;

Lord, save me! 

Buoy me and steady me

to love bravely in thy name.

The President Has No Secrets

For three years, Donald J. Trump has treated the details of his personal and business finances as a closely guarded secret.

On Wednesday, those secrets moved two steps closer to becoming public.

A federal judge in Manhattan ruled against a request from President Trump to block his longtime lender, Deutsche Bank, from complying with congressional subpoenas seeking his detailed financial records. In Albany, New York lawmakers approved a bill that would allow Congress to obtain Mr. Trump’s state tax returns.    NYT

Transparency is not a thing

that presidents are apt to fling

into the public forum, since

to tell the truth doth make them wince.

Especially a tax return

gives office holders great heartburn.

The twists and turns of what they file

would make the very Devil smile.

I think since all this trouble started

over documents uncharted

those who want this stuff revealed

should have their own returns so peeled.

Stocks on Wall Street Plummet Fast

Stocks on Wall Street were set to slide Thursday and U.S. government bond yields reached a 52-week low as disappointing economic data and worries over a protracted U.S.-China trade dispute added to a gloomy outlook for global growth.

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Stocks on Wall Street plummet fast;

bonds are melting and won't last.

Bankers fret; the Fed repines --

are we headed for Bread Lines?

Economic forecasts wail

the S&P is gonna fail.

Investors tremble in their Guccis,

and they fear becoming moochies.

Who's to blame for this debacle,

raging like some streptococcal?

Pin it on old Trump, of course;

the enemy of trade and bourse!

and as many as shall believe in Christ shall also become a delightsome people.

. . .  and as many as shall believe in Christ shall also become a delightsome people.
2 Nephi. 30:7

The springtime of the world is upon us.

The cold pale hail, the sleet of despair,

drifts away like a bad dream

as the Son sheds his light stronger and stronger.

And our beauty is great because it is pure.

Make me to believe, oh Lord, and come to love thee more!

Rats!

So many rats regularly lurk on a sidewalk in Brooklyn that it is the humans who avoid the rats, not the other way around. Not even cars are safe: Rats have chewed clean through engine wires.

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Rats are such a common fact

in cities that they don't attract

attention like a litterbug --

most people see 'em and just shrug.

But rats should never be pooh-poohed

because of plague they are prelude.

They gnaw through anything at all --

your engine wires, paisley shawl.

The mayor of New York has said

he wants those filthy rats all dead.

Yet somehow I don't think he'll win;

the rats that hear him simply grin.

The Eruption of Mount Trump

WASHINGTON — President Trump abruptly blew up a scheduled meeting with Democratic congressional leaders on Wednesday, lashing out at Speaker Nancy Pelosi for accusing him of a cover-up and declaring that he could not work with them until they stopped investigating him.

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Twas in a peaceful valley, where the legislators played;

green and fruitful lobbyists in soothing breezes swayed.

Above this lovely valley towered one enormous cone

that rumbled in the nighttime and where nothing much was grown.

Mount Trump the natives called it, and they thought it wouldn't blow.

For many years it huffed and puffed to produce a hot air flow.

But never had it sent out flames or belched a sulfur cloud;

it kept itself wrapped up in a bombastic sullen shroud.

Those unwary inhabitants were blinded by the thought

that their volcano never could do anything too hot.

And so they frolicked in its shade, and quibbled once a while;

sitting on their keysters with a lawmaker's broad smile.

But one sad day the murmur of the mountain changed its tune;

it rumbled and rocks tumbled to begin the valley's ruin.

Vast geysers of hot rhetoric were vomited out fast,

burning all the people in the valley as it passed.

The Democrats, especially, were taken by surprise;

having ventured far too close, they turned into french fries.

Republicans were better off, since they were far away

(they seemed to think Mount Trump could not be trusted any day.)

And now that quiet valley, that had once been mild and green,

is nothing but a boneyard and a carbonized latrine.

Beware, then; I beseech you -- when a blowhard starts to spout,

don't be optimistic but immediately get out!