It will be our fifth Christmas without Kenny Rogers here on earth, but his music will always be with us!
It will be our fifth Christmas without Kenny Rogers here on earth, but his music will always be with us!
Fact number one: Yesterday Joe Biden pardoned his son for any and all legal infractions he may have committed over a period of TEN ELEVEN YEARS. Here it is (emphasis is mine):
Executive Grant of Clemency
Joseph R. Biden, Jr.
President of the United States of AmericaTo All to Whom These Presents Shall Come, Greeting:
Be It Known, That This Day, I, Joseph R. Biden, Jr., President of the United States, Pursuant to My Powers Under Article II, Section 2, Clause 1, of the Constitution, Have Granted Unto
ROBERT HUNTER BIDEN
A Full and Unconditional Pardon
For those offenses against the United States which he has committed or may have committed or taken part in during the period from January 1, 2014 through December 1, 2024, including but not limited to all offenses charged or prosecuted (including any that have resulted in convictions) by Special Counsel David C. Weiss in Docket No. 1:23-cr-00061-MN in the United States District Court for the District of Delaware and Docket No. 2:23-CR-00599-MCS-1 in the United States District Court for the Central District of California.
IN TESTIMONY WHEREOF I have hereunto signed my name and caused the Pardon to be recorded with the Department of Justice.
Done at the City of Washington this 1st day of December in the year of our Lord Two Thousand and Twenty-four and of the Independence of the United States the Two Hundred and Forty-ninth.
It’s time to enjoy Christmas holiday music! If you have any favorites, let me know, and I may include it in the daily music postings. At least one every day until Epiphany.
Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring Holy wisdom, love most bright
Drawn by Thee our souls aspiring Soar to uncreated light
Word of God, our flesh that fashioned. With the fire of life impassioned. Striving still to truth unknown Soaring, dying round Thy throne.
Through the way where hope is guiding, Hark, what peaceful music rings.
Where the flock in Thee confiding, Drink of joy from deathless springs.
Theirs is beauty’s fairest pleasure, Theirs is wisdom’s holiest treasure. Thou dost ever lead Thine own, In the love of joys unknown.