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Please proceed with caution. I am triggered and that means there’s a good chance you may be too, so…don’t say I didn’t warn you.
I was wondering when the dam would break. Just yesterday I was marveling at the fact that I am not, in fact, in a mental institution after the stress of the past two years. I say this entirely serious-as a heart attack. If I had known what lay ahead? Let’s just say it’s amazing what Jesus can do for one’s health. Amen!
I have always cared, a bit too much, for people who don’t give a flying fig about me. It’s my nature to love, and in fact, I find it close to impossible to say anything that would hurt someone else’s feelings. I cannot stand for bullies, and I just can’t stomach malice. There is an exception to every rule, and today has been coming for a very long time.
I have always had a cause or two, animals, battered or abused women and children, banning Sharia Law from this country…LGBT rights. When it came to the real news? I had not a clue, as I was busy living my life self centeredly; it’s what addicts do best.
Here’s the thing. I woke up in 2015, when working for a client who listened to Rush Limbaugh at volume ear bleed on his Bose. Religiously. I was a Democrat at the time and a feisty one at that. As the days and weeks went by, I learned horrifying details of what Barry Santero and Michael Richards were doing. I would yell out loud, and ask John, an 85 year old Italian, who had an opinion, about everything, what in the Harry Belafonte was GOING ON?
“This can’t be, they’re ruining the country.”
“I think he’s the antichrist.”
“Yep, it’s deliberate. He’s a muslim.”
I conservatized my butt then and there, on the spot.
“Why do you hate that guy?”
I didn’t want to step on any toes, but I began trying to get the word out to my friends and family.
My situation changed, and I could no longer work due to my PTSD. Praise God we won my disability case, as to this day I can’t commit to a haircut, let alone job. The Lyme disease reared its putrid head around this time-I had long days of resting, and I took to the Truther ropes with relative ease.
At first it was Alex Jones, who ended up being a bad actor. To this day I am unsure of the real truth about some of his theories-he is paid disinformation, don’t forget. I slowly found my way, with Jesus’ steadfast love and encouragement. What I learned I can’t unlearn. And yes, there are days when I wish I could-my life is now pre and post red pill. I get teary watching certain shows, dreamily thinking of the days when we took life at face value. When women weren’t men, and presidents didn’t cause race wars, or fund the terrorist militias, or murder innocent children.
That absurd bill for hotdogs that you and I paid for? It was code. Code for prepubescent boys. And yes, Pedogate is real-as real as it gets. Did I want this information? NO!!!! Yet the combination of my dread of being snuck up on and my drive for the truth (it may be a hard pill to swallow, but it will set you free) set me on a three year journey of unpleasantries, life changing belief systems and absolute night terrors.
At each and every opportunity, I gently tried to tell the people around me the truth. It took my husband two years, two years to realize I knew a lot more than him-he did the research himself and came to his own conclusion. But the years of “Oh honey, you’re hilarious” took its toll on me.
What do you think it does to a person’s soul when no one around them believes one word that comes from their lips? I can answer that, it ain’t pretty. And so it was that I phoned my acquaintance Bea today, upon her request, with news of Mike Pence.
“I’m really sorry, but it doesn’t look…”
I don’t believe you!!
That moment I felt something growing within; a rage and fury I had yet to know, and it rises again in the retelling. Who are you going to believe, your friend of ten years of the MSM? What on God’s green earth would be my motive to lie? Please, by all means, shed some light on the situation.
I don’t claim to know about the economy, or the plight of today’s farmers; but what I know for certain (that’s what research does folks, it enlightens one) I share. I don’t go out into the Twilight Zone blindly nor naively. I had to learn the hard way whom to trust, and how to get at the truth-I have sources with high military intelligence clearances. John F. Kennedy, Jr. follows me on Twitter-along with some two thousand other people who just happen to assume I have half a brain-and a good one at that.
From this day hence, I shall banish these people from mine kingdom.
If your first name starts with STUPID? You’re shit out of luck.