Honestly, I wasn't going to write an article today, Patriots. It's been one hellacious week! Yesterday, a truck backed up our driveway, hit the power lines, yanked 'em off our house, broke them (BANG! SPARKS!), instant grass fire and threw the entire block into darkness for two hours.
But like every Bad Thing, there's a funny side to the story. After the power company came out and repaired the lines, they backed their truck up our driveway...and hit the newly repaired lines they'd just fixed! Now I know how de ja vu feels.
Then today, Michael is in more agony from his rheumatoid arthritis than I've ever seen him in 9+ years of marriage. There's no rhyme, no reason. I can't even touch his arm...it hurts him too much. Is anyone else with autoimmunes suffering unusually right now?
All that...and it's only Wednesday.
So, like I said, I had zero intention of writing for you today..until I ran across Fake Biden's The Big Lie speech from yesterday. That's when inspiration struck...rather like the explosion of our power lines yesterday!
The Elite. The Bilderbergers. The New World Order. The Great Culling. Agenda 2030. Roll it all together and whaddya get?
Some pretty pissed off Americans...and patriots everywhere!
As Digital Freedom Fighters like Victor Laszlo in Casablanca, our fight to constantly rip the mask off, or even better, anticipate the NWO's devilish plots is exhausting. So often on social media I read Great Patriots posting, "Gonna take a break from Telegram" or "Binge watching Bering Sea Gold. Back tomorrow" (totally addictive show!) because both being red-pilled and red-pilling others can drain the vim and vinegar right out of you.
When I'm sick of it all (or when Michael won't shut up about it all!), I cope by taking an imaginary vacation in my imaginary flat in my favorite city: Paris. Oh, not the Paris of lockdowns and beheadings and Yellow Vests and Macron, but the perfect Paris of my imagination. The Paris of Rick and Ilsa. You'd be surprised how an imaginary stroll down the Champs-Elysées munching on an imaginary baguette or sipping imaginary Bollinger in a café will relax you. "Here's lookin' at you, Kid."
What I've learned through watching a lot of YouTubes and food travel shows set in Paris is twofold. First, we are amazingly blessed right here in the good ol' US of A. Second, we little people have been engaged in this fight against the Elite for well over a century (longer!)...and we're winning. That's right, Patriots: winning.
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