Kelly Dixon of Maricopa County has become the infamous poster child for #SharpieGate. Maybe because she was the only one dumb enough to put her name on it (see her email above). It paid off too...she's got a brand new edgy hairstyle and brand new job with the Maricopa DoT. So I guess treason does pay...for now.
Oh, I shouldn't just pick on Kelly because she's far from being alone in betraying her country à la the simple Sharpie marker. It was done nationwide by hundreds of election workers who knew exactly what they were doing.
And only one whistleblower has come forward. One.
When #SharpieGate first broke on Nov. 3rd, 2020, the Mainstream Media instantly assured us it was a great, big, fat nothingburger (like Hunter's laptop). Democrat reporter Jen Fifield writing for Arizona Central quotes Helen Purcell and Kathleen Hale as regretful that the voting public wasn't better informed pre-election that "Sharpies are just fine now" before the election.
And that's when I started to scream.
I screamed not only because the Wayback Machine proved they lie but also because if they had made the slightest effort to communicate this to the voting public pre-11/3, #SharpieGate would never have happened. Patriots would've cried foul. They would've voted with their own ballpoint pens and the jig would've been up. Oh no, Helen and Kathleen knowingly chose to remain mum.
In a way, the MSM are right. The feared "bleed through" of the marker to the opposite side of the page doesn't make you vote for the wrong candidates thanks to the columns being offset. That's not the problem with #SharpieGate.
The problem is (most) of these bled-through ballots were rejected and sent to adjudication...and we all know what that means. Goodbye, duly re-elected President-in-Exile Trump. Hello...nope, can't say it. Won't say it!
By November 4th, Patriots nationwide were crawling out of the woodwork on Twitter with their own horror stories of election judges angrily forcing markers on them on Election Day...even when they'd brought their own ballpoint pens from home. They gave a lot of reasons...each one crazier than the last.
They even had the hubris to make voters write their signatures with ballpoint pens but vote with felt-tip pens. Not kidding!
Below are the Patriots' stories (organized by state in slideshows) in their own words...only the ones Twitter hasn't purged!
POEM: Ode to My Hateful WalMart
Today we visited WalMart.
And that was our first mistake.
So many libtards in face diapers
for a plandemic that's obviously fake.
You can't see their smiles.
Spiteful eyes are averted.
WalMart staff yelled at me!
Now that's just perverted.
I queued up like normal.
WalMart Bitch, she got pissed.
She hollered, "Back up!"
I moved not a titch!
They mask up to eat.
They mask up to walk.
Do they mask up for sex?
Now that's just a crock!
So homeward we rushed.
Past where Trump flags still fly!
To our dear hilltop cottage!
Country view! My oh my!
They know you by name!
They're happy to see you.
Customer Service, their game.
There's nary a mask
From sunup 'til sundown.
Only mask if you want.
Freedom! That's our town.
They say country folks
don't know what they're missin'.
The culture! The restaurants!
We've got huntin' and fishin'!
We queue up like normal.
Shake hands, give a hug.
Grow flowers and veggies.
Bug in rug, very snug.
So WalMart can shove it,
their masks and their queues.
Social Distance, my ass!!!
Six feet's nothing if you aa-aa-achoo!
You can keep your superstore
and your cheap Chinese crap.
Your darling BLM and Antifa.
Fair weather protestors, oh snap!
Just give me a home
where the dairy cows roam.
And the deer and the raccoons
We still stand for the Flag.
We still kneel at the Cross.
In America's heartland
the Constitution's still boss.
Trump's still our President
we know in our soul.
We watch with delight
as the red-pilling grows.
So here's to America
and our little country home.
To Patriots everywhere
I dedicate this poem.
My Dear "Vaxxed" Friend,
What the Hell were you thinking!?!
I mean, "Hi, How are you?".
Okay, now that we've gotten the vapid pleasantries out of the way...WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING!?!?!
Blithely en passant your email mentions you got the "vaccine." Both shots. And now, NOW, you want to come over and shed on us.
Frankly when I heard your glad tidings, I was furious. For twenty-four hours, I was so angry at you. Then quite unexpectedly, I burst into tears. That's when I remembered: anger is only a secondary emotion.
The truth is, I'm grieving. Grieving for you.
I like you. You're one of the few people I really like and the "vax," well, it's like Russian Roulette but with more than one bullet in the cylinder.
It ain't a "vax." It's the Angel of Death in a syringe. (https://healthimpactnews.com/2021/8430-dead-354177-injuries-european-database-of-adverse-drug-reactions-for-covid-19-vaccines/)
Sooner or later, it's gonna getchya.
What Do You See?
In 1995, while my family was suddenly suffering massive and to-this-day inexplicable upheaval, my father became convinced that I was obsessed with demons. Perhaps needing a scapegoat at the moment, he devised a treatment to break me of my supposed obsession by forcing me to look at graphic photos of...what else?...the Holocaust. He reasoned (?) that forcing me to observe Evil would cure me of Evil.
Instead, like Diane von Furstenberg's mother, I came away from the "treatment" not with an impression of Evil but with awe for the strength and resilience of the Jewish people and the ultimate triumph of Good (the Allies) over Evil (the Nazis) in Auschwitz, Bergen-Belsen, Scheveningen, etc.
Yes, there was horrific Evil and millions of deaths but somehow in the midst of that evil, great goodness bubbled to the surface. I was in awe of the strength of Jews who went knowingly to their deaths not screaming nor panicking but rather singing Kaddish for themselves and each other.
I was blown away by the kindness of prisoners to each other. The bizarre looking-the-other-way of some of the guards. The miracles. The unfathomable paperwork errors and inexplicable releases of prisoners like Corrie ten Boom. The subtle resistance work of Concentration Camp inmates who purposely assembled radios incorrectly so Nazi pilots would lose communication. The list goes on and on.
Today, humanity finds themselves on the cusp (or in the midst!) of yet another Holocaust. A much more genteel, finessed, high tech Holocaust of flawed tests and fake statistics, of pointless lockdowns and invasive police, of viruses and injections posing as vaccines, of bankruptcies and court cases, of vaccine passports and fabric symbols of compliance (masks).
This is great Evil.
But just as in the 1940s Holocaust, in the midst of great Evil, great Good can, has, is and will emerge. It must. That's how the world was designed to work.
"The world is an evil place," my parents always tried to impress on me. But twenty years ago, as a young woman with my eyes full of stars and my heart full of dreams, I found that hard to believe. I tried to take their warnings to heart and see a would-be attacker or rapist around every corner, lurking down every alley but as time went on, I learned that your normal, every day, garden variety American is a pretty nice, good person.
Oh, I knew bad things happened but I believed that, for example, child molestation was rare. A now-and-then occurrence when that weird Uncle Bob lured his niece or nephew into the back shed with candy.
Then middle-aged men began coming forward with horrible stories of Catholic priests who had abused them decades ago. Middle-aged women began to talk openly about being sexually abused by nuns at Catholic orphanages. Lots of priests and nuns at lots of parishes.
And I figured the Catholic church had a problem.
Then I heard that the pastors and PK's at my strict, IFB school groomed and raped students.
And I figured there was a problem amongst some protestant clergy too.
Then I heard about orphans from Boys Town in Nebraska trafficked to the White House under George H. W. Bush's reign. And I figured GHWB had a problem.
But I was wrong. My rosy view of the world was wrong. In fact, my look-on-the-dark side parents were wrong too. The whole cockeyed world is wrong.
Pedophilia isn't isolated to that weird uncle with the perpetual Epstein smirk or that creepy pastor. Don't get me wrong, they're bad but they're garden variety pedophiles. Isolated. Working alone. Small potatoes. And so, for a long time, we thought they were the only pedophiles because they were the only ones getting prosecuted while the Global Pedophilia and Sex Trafficking Ringleaders said how horrible it all was, gave generously to charities to help victims of sexual abuse and swam away unseen, unprosecuted, unfettered.
We're just beginning to get it. Pedophilia is rampant. It's not isolated, it's not rare, it's not secretive. No! It's massive!!! It's everywhere!!! It's systemic in the fabric of every system, every culture, every religion, every industry, every nation. It's how the world works now.
It's like Charlie Chaplin said in his movie Monsier Verdoux: "Kill one person and you're a murderer; kill a thousand and you're a hero."
Rape one child and you're a horrible pedophile. Rape, traffick and murder thousands of children and you're an influential Prince of Industry. You're a respected Politician. You're the leader of a Religion. You're a past President.
Pedophilia is a culture. It's a network. It's an entertainment. It's a hierarchy. It's a currency. It's a religion. It's how the world has worked for years...and only the good people did not know it. The good people who could've tried to do something to stop it if only they'd known it was going on.
I've finally got it through my thick skull that pedophilia is the underlying structure of how the globe functions. Thank God Donald Trump is taking it down!
"Once in Royal David's city..."
As the pure, crystalline voice of one boy soprano rings out from King's College in Cambridge, England singing the traditional opening carol of The Festival of Nine Lessons and Carols, for millions listening live on the radio worldwide, Christmas has truly begun.
The Festival grew out of a need to bind up the wounds of World War I and has continued every year from 1918 unstopped by war, unrest or even a plandemic. They say that during World War II, listeners to the Festival could hear the tar paper flapping in the wind as the ancient stained glass of the Chapel had been removed for safety during the Blitz.
This year is no different. The Festival continues sans live audience while its Nine Lessons ring as true this year as they have for the past 102 years.
The Festival begins with these beautiful words:
Have you ever experienced an inflammation storm? Have you ever watched someone you love dearly suffering through an inflammation storm?
If you haven't, believe me! You don't want to. It's an experience of unremitting physical suffering for them and unremitting emotional suffering for you because there is nothing, absolutely nothing, you can do to alleviate their physical torture. (See my husband's description of his first hand experience with nearly constant inflammation storms at the end of this article.)
So why do I bring that up?
Because the COVID-19 vaccine causes massive cytokine / inflammation storms, triggering autoimmune disorders sometimes resulting in death. While the antibodies stimulated by the vaccine only last three months the resulting autoimmune disorders will cause the body to attack itself for the rest of your life. So what is the ever-loving point!?!
According to Martin Armstrong, "There has been NO TESTING to determine side-effects on pregnancy, fertility, or lactation. Even more importantly, there is no test to even see if there are side-effects with a medicine you may already be taking."
That's why in my opinion Pfizer, Moderna et al. can take their precious vaccines and shove 'em! I'd much rather take my chances with a virus that is treatable and imminently survivable than risk infertility, inflammation storms and...um...what was the other one??? Oh yes! Death!
Almost 2 Million MAGA March Visited by Trump. Patriots Marched for Freedom in Merrie Olde England and Germany Too
In the wee hours of November 3rd, as President Trump's final campaign rally wrapped up, I already missed the exhilaration of the MAGA rallies. I hated to pack up my patriotism in my old kit-bag and smile, smile, smile until the 2024 Presidential election. (Don Jr? Eric? Candace?)
Then the Left's ridiculously overdone election "steal" came along and if you thought the Spirit of America burned brightly before, oh baby! You ain't seen nothin' yet. It glowed before. It rages now.
Today, more than one million people flew, rode, drove, caravanned and Trump Trained their way to Washington D. C. where they walked or rolled in wheelchairs for the Million MAGA March insisting loudly, proudly and peacefully that this government by the people accept the people's choice of President. And our choice is Donald J. Trump. (Duh!) It was a scene straight out of Frank Capra's 1941 movie Meet John Doe...but in color.
Meanwhile, across the pond, our brothers and sisters in Merrrie Olde England have caught that most contagious of viruses. No, not Covid! Freedom. They marched for liberty today too.
Who do we have to thank for this outpouring of patriotism and the stoking of the Lamp of Freedom?
Why, the Left, of course! They did us all a tremendous favor on November 3rd, November 4th, November 5th, November 6th. Hey! Does anyone know if they've stopped counting, re-counting, scanning, re-re-re-scanning, printing and fabricating ballots yet????
The Generosity of Donald Trump: Where He's Donated All $1,378,333 of His Presidential Salary
Pictured: Donald Trump burning widow Annabelle Hill's mortgage. In 1986, the Hill family were in danger of losing their ancestral farm. Mr. Hill killed himself believing his life insurance would pay off the mortgage. Unbeknownst to him, his insurance policy had a suicide clause so his widow didn't receive a penny, lost her husband and was still on the cusp of losing their farm. When Donald Trump heard the story, it touched his heart. Trump and a partner each paid $78,000 to pay off her mortgage in full and burned it in effigy at Trump Tower! https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3449920/That-time-Donald-Trump-saved-family-farm-Widow-s-daughter-campaign-rally-recall-Donald-paid-mom-s-300-000-mortgage-father-committed-suicide.html#v-2421761637381487343
In a 2016 interview with Lisa Stahl, Trump did something only two presidents in history have ever done. He affirmed he would be serving without pay. By accepting only $1 each year (as required by law), he joins Herbert Hoover and John F. Kennedy as the only two presidents who served and defended solely from Love of Country.
Actually, when he made the promise, Trump had no idea how much the President is paid. (Isn't that adorable!?! Runs for the job. Has no idea what it pays!)
By serving for free, he proves yet again that America is his sole motivation. As he just said in Fayetteville, NC, "As God is my witness, I will never let you down" and he never has.
This is the story the Mainstream Media has tried very hard to throw shade on but never managed to debunk because duh! It's true!
Here's where President Donald J. Trump has donated his paychecks, each quarter, for the past four years.
Biden the Oxymoron: Holds Campaign Events at Undisclosed Locations, Voting Public Not Welcome. Ummmmm.
You can't make this sh*t up. And spare me the bull$shit covid, covid, covid rhetoric too! It's not a virus you fear, Joe! It's us! The American people. Remember us? The ones whose votes you need. The ones you're excluding from your rallies!
Correction: It's the Trump supporters you fear. They'll be more n' happy to attend your so-called "drive-in" rallies, waving American flags (oh, the horror!) and escort you out of town in a Trump parade the likes of which would put the Texas parade they hosted forKamala the Kondescending Kommie to shame.
Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen, Biden and crime-partner Barack Hussein Obama are hitting the campaign trail today. Vague time. Undisclosed addresses. Voters not welcome.
Reagan Was Liked but Trump Is Loved
Sometimes, you don't realize how much you love someone until they're in trouble. That's how it was for us, the American people, when we heard that President Trump and Melania had tested positive for COVID-19. I bet you can remember exactly where you were when you first heard the news.
Kamala Harris in Debate: Her Condescension to (Apparently) Stupid America and VP Pence Knows No Bounds
I approached the Vice Presidential debate this evening with one question: "What is Kamala Harris like?" I'd conveniently missed the primary debates so my impression of the woman was basically unformed.
Unformed but not unbiased. No one is unbiased as the tenor of moderator Susan Page's questions clearly showed.
I've heard the usual tittle-tattle about Kamala's personal life, but being a MAGA Conservative, I'm focused on the issues, not personalities. I already know what Kamala stands for, or rather doesn't stand for, Protection of the unborn coming to mind.
Still, being an inveterate people watcher, I wanted to know how Kamala would come off during the Vice Presidential debate against one of the most active, visible and loudly Christian Vice Presidents in recent memory. I know Donald Trump ain't no gentleman, thank God, because he took names and kicked Joe's ass in the last debate.
How would Kamala relate to Mike Pence?
If you're a fan of time travel shows, then you know it's entirely possible for one person to exist in two different timelines at the same time...theoretically.
Recently, I suddenly realized that many of my friends are still existing in the fear/isolation Timeline I "Tardis-ed" out of back in March 2020. That makes me terribly sad.
As someone who was raised in an Environment of Fear, I know how damaging it is. I hate what it did to me and what it's doing to my friends still living in the fear/isolation timeline for the best possible reasons: They love life and they love their families.
So here's my take on the whole "Covid Thing," a topic that's become so emotionally and politically loaded that only a foolish writer would "rush in where angels fear to tread."
But when has that ever stopped me!?!
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