It has been a busy week. We are currently unpacking boxes and doing all the things one does while moving. It has been twenty months since  we were displaced and even though the address hasn’t changed, the moving process is exactly the same. Stephanie, David and the boys have spent the week at Disney, and Amelia and Novella are flying down this weekend. Life goes on.

While all this was going on, a time of happiness, and a time of restoration, there was in the background, a time of dread. All week I have been expecting a horrible revelation of what we knew to be true. Little by little and year by year we were driven down the cattle chute to the destination that is now clearly in sight. If you are still in the group of folks that believe everything will be fine if we can just move past a former president and his MAGA movement, you’re fixing to find out. If you are in the camp that believes that we will fix this travesty on election day, God bless you, but please take your head out of your rear end and look around. I do not recognize this country now, and I have never seen this much evil, this out in the open, calling attention to itself and demanding that it be validated.

I stopped flying a flag on the day I realized that we were no longer a republic. I stopped voting on the day I realized that it was all staged. The corruption that we tolerate from our government is unbelievably inconsistent with the outrage half our population has toward a single man. Our Goldstein. Someone to focus our rage on, while the vultures rip everything we have from us. There are no exits left save our final destination.

God help us.

ws