"So little of what could happen does happen." – Salvador Dali
Tick-Tock-Tick-Tock
This is what happens when you have no objective source for news – an organization that simply gathers and presents events and facts for you to process. You get masses of disinformation served up with bias from both sides; and conspiracy theories.
Now I love a good conspiracy theory as much as the next guy but at a certain point my pragmatism kicks in. The Storm is not coming, there is no Great Awakening that will arouse the slumbering sheeple. Joe Biden will be sworn in on the 20th regardless of the fraud and Trump will leave.
Reality bites, but must be dealt with. Optimism is one thing, denial quite another.
So at the risk of alienating you I must say I’ve grown tired of the constant tick tock game; I don’t like being played regardless of the ideology of the players. Of course I hope that the Italian Job, Wikileaks, Nanzi’s laptop, etc. are all real and demonstrably provable; I hope that Lin Wood, General McInerny, Mike the My Pillow Guy et al are correct and that the traitors, liars and thieves are served up to justice. But…“so little of what could happen does happen.”
I suggest we collectively get our wits about us in order to deal with the reality: the left has executed a coup, Big Tech is in the process of executing their own coup intended to cement the first coup. We’ve been twisting in the wind for over 2 months while the left marches inexorably forward without pushback because we’ve all been distracted to our detriment.
I can’t speak for you but I’m ready to move into Kubler-Ross’ final stage of the grief cycle: acceptance, which doesn’t mean happy or even hopeful. It simply means accepting the reality of the loss and being ready to begin figuring out how to deal with it. It’s not giving up, it’s finding the will and wherewithal to press on while never, ever forgetting.
The fields have been plowed now, over and over again. Perhaps it’s time to gather our seeds for planting as soon as the earth is ready and plan for the next harvest. I don’t know exactly what that means right now, I’m simply a humble blogger. But I suggest we collect our wits about us and try to figure it out, quickly, as there are many sworn enemies, quislings and snakes among us.
Pray for our President and his family, pray for our country. The next 10 days will be dangerous. But don’t lose your head, we will need every patriot available to figure a way out of this morass. But figure it out we will.
The storm passes, the sun comes out
The fields remain, fallowed and fertile.
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