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!
Once upon a time, over three decades ago, the little girls of my 3rd Grade Class at Fourth Baptist Christian School were shocked to find a man...A MAN...in the girls' bathroom during our morning break.
As we were forbidden from speaking during our bathroom breaks, we stared at him in horrified silence. Instead of putting a sign outside the bathroom or instantly leaving the bathroom as a godly janitor would have done, he seemed to be getting his yucks from the experience, grinning broadly, trying to engage us in conversation and jolly us along. "Why won't you talk to me?" he asked. We stared back in silent terror and ran to tell our teacher.
Of course, nothing was ever done about it just as nothing was ever done when the married pastors groomed, raped and/or ran away with my classmates. But I digress.
Fast-forward thirty-three years and the Fake Biden Administration is threatening to starve the children of any school district that assigns a particular gender to a particular bathroom, excluding the other 66 or 85 (I forget!) genders from using that particular facility.
Oh, what fresh Hell is this!?!
Sussmann's acquittal by a corrupt judge and a corrupt jury are the final straw. The last evil on the last day of a very evil month.
But why!?! Why did evil explode on a massive scale this month, well, actually since January 2021.
It began when a certain man gracefully vacated a position he'd won in a landslide. During his Presidency, Trump's quiet will of iron had single-handedly held Evil at bay like Jean-Luc Picard shouting, "The line must be drawn here! This far, no further!" When Trump boarded that plane bound for Mar-a-Lago, Evil danced a jig and then got busy. Since then, there have been so many shameless, bizarre, disgusting headlines that the mind literally reels.
But, for me, Sussmann's acquittal was the last straw. The last straw in a dark month that has left the nation as a whole (and, as my subscribers know, the Thompsons as a family) bruised, battered and bleeding. (I think my retina had another bleed. Like Sinatra did (not!) sing, "Looking at the world through gray, blotchy, blurry glasses."
Black Conservative Patriot's video title summed up today's verdict the best: Swamp...Finds Clinton Lawyer Michael Sussmann NOT GUILTY.
What's Going So Right!?! Roe v Wade Defeated, People's Convoy En Route to DC and Hunter's Laptop in the News...AGAIN!
Somewhere deep in the WCCO-TV archive is footage shot in the dark and cold of the 1987 Minnesota Winter. WCCO was covering a pro-life march circling the Planned Parenthood in St. Paul. The media were particularly interested in a little seven-year-old bundled to the eyebrows in a snowsuit, her woolly mittens clutching a tiny picket sign stapled to a splintery two-by-four. Each time she trundled past the TV cameras in the cold, dark and snow, the WCCO cameramen quickly crouched to film her face.
That little protestor was me and thirty-five years later, I'm torn between tears of joy and nervous incredulity that at long last precious babies' lives will be saved. Millions of them.
The Heart-Warming Goodness Enveloping of the Peoples' Convoy: "Renaissance not Revolution"
As readers of AMERICA: The Blog may've noticed, I suffer from a terminal case of Pathological Optimism. Like fashion designer Diane von Furstenberg's mother who survived Auschwitz and yet only saw Good everywhere for the rest of her life, I survived an epic personal battle for Freedom, still with my Pathological Optimism intact. So if you arrived on my site looking to dig up dirt on the People's Convoy, Honey, you're in the wrong place cause there ain't any!
Remember how wonderful Ottawa was at the height of their Freedom Convoy? My friend, "D," who danced on the frozen streets of Ottawa every weekend during their Convoy, described it as a "Vortex of Love." Even via livestream, you could feel the joy, the love, the determination in every soul to be peaceful and impeccable. Everyone in Ottawa and watching livestreams from around the world were drunk on Liberté! Liberté! Liberté!
Well, my fellow Americans, our Canadian brothers and sisters have nothing on us! Just one week after setting up housekeeping at the Hagerstown Speedway, our Convoy has come together with a wonderful vibe proving we passionate Americans just as joyful, just as loving, just as patient, peaceful and impeccable as our True North kindred. Maybe there's a little less dancing in Hagerstown but hey! It's an older, more arthritic crowd...but I'm sure a bouncy castle is on the way. (Hint! Hint!)
This article is a compilation of just a few of the heart-warming, lump-in-throat inducing tales flowing out of Hagerstown. So fetch a box of tissues cause you're gonna need 'em.
Our story begins with a four-year-old boy, Robert, who donated his allowance, four quarters, to the truckers. Click the thumbnails below to read the whole story and if you don't have tears running down your cheeks then you're made of sterner stuff than I am!
Click here to learn more about Lenora Thompson: wife, caregiver, writer, patriot.
As a caregiver, donations to AMERICA: The Blog