The year: 1881.
The month: May.
The place: DeSmet, SD.
That was the year of endless blizzards. The year the people of DeSmet nearly starved and froze to death. The year that train after train tried to reach DeSmet with desperately needed supplies, only to stall in snowdrifts so high and so hard that no amount of steam power could blast a path to the tiny town.
And so it was that all those supplies stayed neatly frozen in the stalled trains until the snow finally melted in May.
Sure, the people of DeSmet could've raised their fists to Heaven and railed against God but they didn't. In May of 1881, as they sat down to the first proper meal they'd enjoyed since Autumn (complete with butter!!!), on their lips was only gratitude. Pa Ingalls expressed it best when he said simply, “Lord, we thank Thee for all Thy bounty.” Laura observes, "That was all Pa said, but it seemed to say everything."
This year we too say from our hearts, “Lord, we thank Thee for all Thy bounty.”
There's a time between sleeping and waking when the mind races, unfettered by any constraints. At times like this in 2020 I found myself sleepily wondering, if Fake Biden were to steal the Presidency, what's the worst he could do...beside obvious things like fomenting war with Russia.
The only thing bad enough that I could think of was making pedophilia legal. But surely...surely...it wouldn't come to that. It was just too Evil!
Sure enough...Biden stole the Presidency and pedophilia went public, demanding to be normalized.
Oh, what fresh Hell is this!?
Ah, projection! The favorite technique of narcissists and Democrats everywhere. In 2020 I wrote, "No one projects better nor more frequently than a narcissist. They’ve practiced, honed and refined projection to a fine art. Whatever they’re up to, by some mental 'abracadabra,' suddenly they’re innocent and you’re actually the one up to no-good."
Same goes for Democrats in spades!
Hillary, Obama and insert-Democrat-name-here actually harbored spies in their bosoms, actually took reams of classified documents, actually put our state secrets on at-home servers as an all-you-can-eat smörgåsbord for our enemies to help themselves too...and they're trying to pin Espionage on Donald Trump!?! My a$$!
Whatever they did, are doing and intend to do wrong they will pin on President Trump thereby revealing their own crimes. They're so obvious!
As always, with his uncanny knack (wink, wink, nudge, nudge) for seeing the future, Q was damn right: "Impeachment. Projection. These people are sick!"
Patriots Respond to Mar-A-Lago Raid. Hillary FLAUNTS 33k Deleted Emails. Babylon Bee Has A Heyday!
You would think that lesser horrors could also have a unifying effect. That, regardless of your political affiliation, Americans could look beyond pettiness and say, "There, but for the Grace of God, goes I. If Mar-A-Lago isn't safe from despicable nine-hour raids and the FBI clawing through Melania's haute couture, then neither am I. Political party doesn't matter right now. Such things shouldn't happen in America."
That didn't happen.
While theFBI got off on swaggering into the Trump's bedroom while his lawyers waited outside in 90-degree heat for nine hours, social media went crazy! The response to yesterday's raid on Mar-A-Lago starkly divided the traitors from the patriots and nary the twain shall meet.
The only golden lining was that the entire raid was captured on security camera, against the FBI's wishes!
Some headlines are so egregious, they beg for a full article. Today's article was inspired by this headline:
And the feminists of the world did...meh, pretty much bupkis.
They were vocal enough when the possibility of terminating adorable little babies was in doubt but when actual living women are losing employment potential...bupkis.
They're quick enough to speak out against Female Genital Mutilation but when little girls are being sliced, diced and permanently changed into a sad mimicry of little boys...bupkis.
They attack women who enjoy being women and love femininity...but say bupkis about Jeffrey Epstein's myriad victims, the rich and famous who flew on the Lolita Express to Epstein Island and Bill Clinton raping Juanita Broaddrick.
And they call themselves "feminists"!?! My ass!
Hey! Wanna get your Conspiracy Theory on with me!?! Aw, c'mon. It'll be fun!
Although many Conspiracy Theories have turned out to be true in 2021, this one is probably 100% caca.
Nonetheless, they say, "A trouble shared is a trouble halved" so I reckon, "A Conspiracy Theory shared is a Conspiracy Theory that can stop haunting me and start haunting you instead." Right? ;)
Our story begins on 9/11 in 2016 when Hillary wobbled, was ignominiously dragged to a waiting van and dumped like a sack of potatoes. Remember? Oh yes, no one can forget that day.
Looks jolly, doesn't he? Married for fifty-two years. Father of four. Yes, sir. Gilbert Chagoury (pictured above with the ex-Pope) certainly looks like an affluent yet magnanimous grandfather.
What if I were to tell you that Chagoury is allegedly one of the scurvy little spiders at the center of the global web we call The Swamp. That this man, whom I'd never heard of until just today, has his sticky little fingers in all the pies. And I mean, ALL the pies: Democrat, Republican, terrorist, religious...you name it, he's screwing with it, worldwide.
In this thread brilliantly researched, woven and written by @DawsonSField, you'll find all the usual suspects and even more, from both sides of the aisle. Here's just a few names to whet your appetite.
If you read nothing else today, I beg you, please read this article. It's important.
Nothing makes sense at the moment!
Surely we can agree on this. Since January 20th, our "reality" has become bizarre. It just doesn't jive.
Regardless of which side of the aisle you're on or what you may or may not think of Q's predictions, reality under Biden makes about as much sense as letting Jeffrey Epstein babysit your kids.
Let's explore some of these anomalies, peculiarities and incongruities together, shall we?
"Logic! Why don't they teach logic at these schools!?!"
That's always been my favorite quote from C. S. Lewis' book The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe. Since Election Day, the need for Logic has been foisted upon us. The world as we knew it had its mask ripped off and with it the scales fell from our eyes.
Now we're on a crash course to shed our MSM brainwashing, learn to think logically and help the sleepers awake and cope in the coming days as they're thrown by the scruff of the neck into the deep end of the Great Awakening. That's both a tall order and an honorable calling.
Logic is our topic today because the reaction by ourselves and others to the massive election fraud of 11/3, the bizarre events/rumors that followed and especially all of President Trump's impeccably phrased non-concession speeches have shown me how deeply you and I have been brainwashed by the MSM and the sorry state of our ability to think logically. (No offense! I'm preaching to myself here!)
If I had a dollar for every time someone told me, "Trump conceded" because they were brainwashed to hear a concession where none was actually spoken, I'd be a rich woman today!
Paraphrasing Gene Stratton Porter, "The Great Awakening came pushing until we felt shoved." And it's not going away. Once awake, you can't go back to sleep. You can't be un-red-pilled. You can't wriggle your way back into the Matrix.
Our only choice is what role we will play in the Great Awakening.
Will we continue thinking logically, shedding our MSM Mind Control and trusting President Trump regardless of appearances?
Will we help our family, friends and neighbors cope through the kicking and screaming, the shock and dismay as the nation is forcibly Red-Pilled???
Or will we revert and become like so many who attempt to $hit post discouragement on this blog? Some people (and even some "conservative news" venues [my ass!]) oddly determined to convince us that the business-as-usual of Evil in American government will continue because it's too powerful to be stopped. Faux patriots hellbent on persuading us that there isn't a Plan, there never was a Plan and Q played us all for saps?
As Don Trump Jr. said 17-ways-from-Sunday on January 6th, "Will you be a hero or will you be a zero?"
If you listen very closely, you'll hear President Trump's voice shaking with emotion in this video.
Can you feel it? Fatigue. While many patriots are still gun-ho, many are plumb bone weary. After the surge of enthusiastic patriotism on Election Day followed by the gut punch of massive fraud on 11/4 and the stiff-upper-lip rallying-yet-afraid-to-hope-too-much during the month of November, many patriots are exhausted from the emotional roller-coaster.
Exhausted and impatient. "C'mon! Let's do this already," is a tweet I often see. "Isn't the storm upon us yet!?! I'm sick of stashing away canned goods and bottled water."
Don't get me wrong: We all still support President Trump 150% but headlines come, headlines go. Tweets come, tweets go. Hopes are raised only to be dashed. Trump's inner circle swirls, sometimes supporting him, sometimes seeming to stab him in the back. Promises of "booms coming" fleet by while the the Swamp still appears to be footloose, fancy free and powerful, running thither and yon, passing bills, giving interviews, threatening lawsuits and ignoring subpoenas. It's maddening!
Through it all, the horrible, gnawing mystery hangs over the nation: Will Trump remain in the Presidency for four more years as the People want?
We know he won the election in a landslide. We know the Left blatantly cheated their a$$e$ off. We know he'll never quit until the Will of the People is carried out. We know he's going to have to win the election all over again via the Electoral College, the Supreme Court and/or the Military. It's the not knowing what will ultimately happen that is gnawing at us.
How can we keep our spirits high and our prayers winging Heavenward when our souls are so tired?
I suggest we take a leaf from the Left's book. After all, they've been fighting Trump for over four years and they're not tired of losing yet! C'mon! We can't let Them have more sticktoitiveness than us!
Growing up the daughter of a Political Science major, the Presidential Debates were the highlight of our lives every four years.
And every four years, my parents' faces would droop with disappointment as every Republican candidate failed to hit their opponent where it hurt. As they politely ignored their opponent's scandals, my parents would say in disgust, "The Republicans are just too damn gentlemanly."
Now we know, that wasn't true at all.
They were RINOs! Republican In Name Only.
They were on the same team as their opponent. George H. W. Bush (of mistress Jennifer Fitzgerald and Boys Town infamy) proved that when he called Bill Clinton, "my son" and George W. Bush referred to Hillary Clinton as, "my sister-in-law."
When I heard that, it reminded me of that famous quote from the 1954 movie A Star is Born. "If you'll be kind enough to glance between my shoulder blades...you'll find there a knife. On its handle are your initials."
The knife was between our shoulder blades. Whoever we voted for, whoever won, nothing much ever changed. We were duped. Played for saps.
Enter Donald Trump.
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