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 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Their was a veil that lifted for us. God woke us up for a reason. I don't know what the reason is yet, but I do know I have children that have the potential for a brighter future because the evil plan has been exposed and more people are aware of it even though the whole population doesn't see it yet. It is tougher now that exposure to a supposed cult portrays us as crazy. Actions speak louder than words, remain calm, keep being kind even to the unkind, and show them what an honest loving person behaves like. WWG1WGA ❤