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They say, "Third time's the charm" but They are wrong! When it comes to Conservatives being cancelled, deplatformed and terminated by Deep State media, there's no limit. There's no fairness. There's no quarter asked and none given.
This week, I racked up my fifth cancellation. Is this my "New Normal"!?! Perhaps it is because instead of fuming as I did over my previous four cancellations, this time I just chuckled.
Don't You Cancel My Culture!
Cancel Culture: A particularly loathsome new term in the exceptionally loathsome "New Normal."
I hate everything about Cancel Culture. But it was my husband, Michael, who helped me see the humorous side of Cancel Culture a few weeks ago. Let me set the stage for you.
Michael, as usual, was hinting, cajoling and wheedling me into deep frying his beloved French Fries.
And, as usual, every time he said "French Fries" I could hear his left ventricle slamming shut.
"Michael Honey," I said sweetly, "We don't deep fry. We air fry."
Without missing a beat Michael snapped back, "DON'T YOU CANCEL MY CULTURE!!!"
Just like that, I was ROTFLMAO!
But in five pithy words, he nailed how we all feel.
I like my culture. I like history as I learned it as a child. I like science as I understand it. I like America as I cherish her. I like my race. I like our culture. I like our cuisine. I like our language. I like our literature. I like Classical music. I like our architecture. I love President Trump and our Constitution. I like, oh! Just everything we've been shamed, gaslighted and brainwashed to reject, disbelieve and apologize for.
Well, screw dat!
I'm not having some atheistic faux intellectual Liberal nut job destroy Life as I know and like it with their New Version of "Truth" that Cancels my Culture. Two weeks later, like Fauci, they'll change it again anyways.
I'm with Michael: "DON'T YOU CANCEL MY CULTURE!"
This is my rant.
You know it's going to happen eventually but when it finally does...uff da! It's one helluva shock. Without so much as a "How d'ya do" GoFundMe brought my earning to a screeching halt! "Under review." Recent donations...frozen. You can look but you can't touch! "We sent you an email," they claim. Actually, no! Ya didn't!
And just when I'd been having such a nice day too.
Once Upon a Time...
...back in Autumn of 2014, we ran out of money. Michael had his monthly SSDI, of course, but that doesn't quite stretch to such luxuries as groceries let alone fixing all the things that constantly break on a 1912 "fixer upper."
I wasn't a writer back then so when medical bills began mounting I started a fundraiser to pay for Michael's hospital bed, co-pays, Enchroma glasses, dental care, etc....and that's when the trauma started.
You would not believe the nasty comments people posted. Never before nor after have I seen people (actually, "family" if you can call them that) posting under their real names shouting that no one should donate to this fundraiser. It was so bizarre I still have the screenshots. (If you haven't figured it out yet, Michael and I escaped extremely toxic families...and they don't like it much. They miss their scapegoats and whipping boys!)
When I finally figured my $hit out and found a paid writing venue, they attacked there too. However and wherever I tried to make a small living, they did their utmost to get me fired. (Didn't work!) But at some point you wonder, "Are we not supposed to exist or something!?!"
That's not the point though.
The point is that trauma like that builds up. It's cumulative. When a lot of bad things happen in a short amount of time, your body has only two modes: 1) Calm and 2) Freak the Hell out! When yet another bad thing happens, you go to Lift-the-Car-off-the-Toddler panic mode immediately, your body squirting cortisol and adrenalin into your bloodstream like crazy. Basically C-PTSD.
And that's what happened when I discovered late last night that my GoFundMe was frozen. I freaked the Hell out. My bad.
This ridiculous, sham trial has really nothing to do with the topics the lawyers are waxing eloquent about. Not really.
No, this is about Good vs Evil. President Trump is merely the symbolic battlefield both sides are trampling to duke it out. It really has nothing to do with January 6th.
Y'know, for a long time Good and Evil co-existed in America, more or less peacefully. Each side gracefully won sometimes, each side gracefully lost sometimes. Somehow it worked, more or less, peacefully.
But ever since the ridiculously overdone voter fraud on November 3rd, November 4th, November 5th, November 6th and the forcing of Joe Biden into the White House, the gloves and masks have come off.
Evil may have a manicure and wear a bespoke suit but it suddenly feels free to show its true ugly face and shamelessly run rampant. Fake Pedodent Biden did that. He opened the floodgates. He made evil safe and comfortable. He is evil.
The charade of President Trump's second illegal impeachment trial is merely the current battlefield in the constant terrestrial war between Good and Evil.
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