Every twenty-four hours it seems something “new” to the world occurs.
At least the drama queens on the “networks” act like it as they insert panic and fear into every “breaking news” event.
Ruth Bader Ginsburg has died!
Of course she did.
The woman was almost ninety years old.
It was going to happen eventually.
As the saying goes none of us are getting out of here alive.
Trump has the RONA!
The genius billionaire businessman turned President of the United States is a WORKHORSE who spends his time constantly with hundreds if not thousands of people.
I’m amazed that he hasn’t gotten sick, let alone the ChinaVirus.
He has me contemplating the idea of actually eating fast food as a consistent staple.
Throw a burger and some fries at it Mr. President and let’s get back to building our economy, locking down our border, and bringing “peace to the Middle East” also known continentally as Asia.
I’d say let’s also throw the Clintons and Comey in prison but we all know that isn’t going to happen.
I guarantee if it wasn’t for all the “media” hype President Trump would be out doing his job while explaining he has a little flu bug (there are billions if not trillions of viruses) and no one would be the wiser, but alas we are surrounded by “experts” who incredibly are worse at their predictions than cow blaming climate change liberals who find the Truth Inconvenient.
The same people running around with masks are the same pissants pushing the Green New Deal that has California in rolling blackouts.
Take your time and heal up Mr. President.
You’ve earned it, besides we need you strong for the next four years.
In local Northern California news, I recently at the gym watched a guy try, unsuccessfully, to use his code to enter.
As this has happened to me in the past I gave it a minute and then went and pushed the door open for him. He said thanks as I nodded and went back to lifting.
I work out with ear buds plugged into my phone that allow me to listen to music so I didn’t hear him turn on the television.
As I paused between sets the individual I had let in was watching The View.
I couldn’t hear it, thankfully, but it appeared Ted Cruz was battling with pedantic progressives.
I continued to lift and prep my body for future needs.
A bit later, shirt soaked, I looked in the direction of the television and CNN was on.
I shook my head and stared at the guy but he appeared lost in the trance of the idiot box.
As I finished my workout another guy entered and went about his business, while I grabbed my bag and headed for the door, where the TV watcher had camped.
He nodded as I approached and said, “Thanks again for letting me in.”
I nodded in return and said, “If I knew you were going to turn on CNN I’d have left you outside.”
His eyes grew large and said, “Really?”
“Oh yeah, I hate Liberals,” I said a foot from him.
“Oh uh yeah, I’m not a Liberal, uh I support Trump.”
“You support President Trump but watch CNN?” I barked at him.
“I like to see both sides.”
We had a little chat afterwards.
He was a nice enough guy who thought because he was a self-proclaimed sixty-two he had a better understanding of the world.
After two minutes he realized this was not the case.
I asked him a few questions that he struggled with and finally he came up with his own.
“How does all this craziness stop?” he asked.
“Are you ready to pick up a weapon?”
“Oh no, I, uh, it’s hard to take a human life.”
I stared at and said, “No it isn’t.”
His eyes widened and he repeated his response, “It’s hard to kill someone.”
“No, it isn’t,” I said again.
“Well, maybe not for you Jason.”
“Not just for me. A five year old with a loaded gun can kill someone. Humans die in Chicago every day. Killing someone isn’t the hard part. Sleeping with it at night is the struggle.”
I continued, “You asked when it will stop. I asked if you were willing to pick up a weapon. You said no. When you and people like you change your answer to yes then critical mass will have occurred and then things will change.”
I’d forgotten about the third guy who’d arrived and turned my head to a voice that asked, “Are you guys watching that?” pointing to the vomit on the screen.
He’d been listening to the conversation and realized he had support in at least me.
I looked back at the “Trump” supporter and said,”I’m not watching it.”
The Trump supporter said he wasn’t either.
The guy wearing an American Flag t-shirt went over and turned off the TV.
I smiled and walked out, my workout complete.
Never doubt the power of the Truth and the support for these United States.
Prepare to engage and be bold in your charge with the understanding that your preparation is the reason you can venture forward, alone if you must.
Correct the lies, pound the liars, and crush any and all who attempt to subvert the greatest country in the history of Man.
I had someone ask me once why I do the things I do.
I replied, “I feel the need to stick my nose into situations where Freedom requires my input. I simply want to make sure I can get it back.”
Lift, grapple, work the bag, train, eat well, and live life to the best of your ability.
In reality you the American are the weapon.
Prepare to enter the fray.
You won’t be alone.
I’ll see you there.
As always at the front, and I guarantee, I won’t be alone.