As days go by it gets eerily quiete out here in the trenches. The show-me-high-profile-arrests doubters have dwindled off into yeah-it-is-what-it-is-ville. The goal-post-moving-covert-narcisists have wandered away from the orange-man-bad train, but without even straining their leashes, have made it safely onto the I'm-in-line-for-a-vaccine-cattle-car.

I cannot just stop comprehending gravity. I do not unrecall Benghazi. I will not denounce God. After 366 days of March 2020, no I am not broken-spirited enough to just comply and go get a vaccine just to have some semblance of normal and perhaps a small cookout by July, with a triple-mask, and a six foot hoola-hoop. Biden is all but a joke, except the out-loud corruption of those stolen votes and all that has followed.

This is not close to over. I am not done. As God is my witness, I pray daily, I am still watching the freak show, my faith has wings, and my tolerance is constantly twisted and tested. HOLD THE LINE, I am 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻