Today and tomorrow are palindromes!
And so are 1/22/21 through 1/29/21, for what it’s worth.
This is how I’m feeling. Nothing seems real and I am in the first stage of grief.
Denial.
Donald Trump is my president. I cannot accept that the swamp finally got him.
After hearing Ted Cruz suspend his candidacy back before the 2016 election, I focused on Donald Trump to see what he had to say.
He said he was for America, that he loved America and would fight for us. That’s what we wanted to hear.
We still want to hear.
Trump is a street fighter. If punched in the nose, he doubles-down. He isn’t always the best at expressly what’s on his mind but we get the message. He loves us and he loves America.
As we have grown with him in office, we have learned he is for the Constitution. Who wouldn’t be. It’s that small documents that divides the world into two pieces — those that believe in liberty and those that are tyrants.
It’s the only things keeping us from falling into the abyss of socialism and communism and political hell and a life worse than death.
I shudder to think what’s next.
Pray.
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