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Today is the day that Inspector General Horowitz releases the IG Report.
There will be some truth told today, and not a one of us is going to like it, that’s right. None. It was Barack Obama’s intent to slaughter as many Christians as possible: this information can be found on http://www.whitehouse.gov.
He bought the guillotines (hundreds of thousands)
He bought the black caskets (millions)
I will provide the proof.
Sitting here on Slaughter Beach-named after the migratory Horseshoe crabs washed up on the shore in early June. This is their breeding ground, and I have been told that you can’t kill them, it’s illegal.
And, as I write this? I am reminded that it is still against the law to kill Deplorables; at least I believe it is.
I woke early, eager to watch the sunrise over the bay. Over the last few days I have had predictable, yet disturbing results when mentioning my beloved POTUS. As a matter of fact, I would have kept my mouth shut, I mean, I’m on a hiatus-absolutely no need or want for drama. That didn’t occur to me when the couple staying next door ran into us in the driveway. I couldn’t help but notice he was military, as his army gear spelled it out. Here was my chance to talk to another Patriot, and I wasn’t going to miss it.
Thank you for your service soldier! So, what are your thoughts on our amazing President?
“Sorry ma’am, I can’t comment-good or bad-about the president when in uniform.”
I could feel the underlying tension-you could cut it with a knife.
I was confused and saddened.
Then, a truly enchanting conversation with the neighbor down the beach. Effervescent and loving, we bonded immediately. She was a nurse in our home town, and I brought up my blog. Not politics, my blog.
I hope to purchase a small cottage on the bay, and I believe the president is working on this country’s affluence as we speak. Things are going to change for the better, don’t lose hope!, I chirped.
With that being said, the woman turned abruptly away from me.
“Have a nice stay,” she mumbled as she ran, not walked, for her porch.
Hmmm. Maybe I don’t want a house on the beach in Delaware.
Honey, you’re on vacation, give it a rest.
Now I’m supposed to avoid conversation with other humans? I think not.
Will we ever live in unity Abba? Will this nation come together and heal, as it did in the days and months after 9/11?
As I headed for the beach this morning, I ran into a lovely man named Kai. From Sweden originally, but now living in upstate New York-we talked for the better part of an hour. We really hit it off, so I didn’t think I was out of line when I showed him the video of Michael O’bummer on the Ellen DeGeneres show.
“Now that is what you call anatomically correct. No doubt, that’s a man. Holy shit!!!”
He warned me his wife, Lucille, was headed our way. He told me to avoid politics at all costs: My wife will eat you for breakfast. Do yourself a favor.
And so it was, after discussing the removal of our history, illegal immigration and Trump’s tweets-she said this:
“You know who I really, really liked? John McCain. Now THERE was a man with balls.”
Before I stroked out, God reminded me that most people continue to watch the MSM narrative. It won’t be long before the lamestream is out of our faces for good. But in the meantime? I will love humanity whole heartedly, despite our differences. I don’t want to argue, I want to encourage, uplift. I had to admit it, I loved this woman.
Later, Lucille said this to my husband-
“I simply adore your wife. Even if she is a hippy who voted for Trump.”
Carpe Diem folks. Get out there and love someone today! Find the common denominator, and love the crap out of anyone who shares the ground you stand on.
For only when we come together will we change the world, one day at a time.