Pensively I sit in my Facebook jail cell, pondering the error of my ways and preparing for the inevitable revoke of my parole, fully aware that I am unrepentant, incorrigible and irredeemable before the powers of social media hall monitors.

My preparation includes printing hard copies of as many of my community non-compliant Facebook posts as I can before they wipe my twelve year account from the annals of internet history.  (i.e. cancel me)

What am I “in for” you ask?

I honestly have no idea.
Well, that’s not exactly true.
I have some idea:

My arrest took place just as I was about to block the person who told me that:
1) they hoped I hadn’t been vaccinated  (-_-)
2) “compassion doesn’t live here for “you people””  
3) Ashli Babbitt, the U.S. veteran and only person killed at the U.S. Capitol on January 6^th, was a cult follower who “deservedly got her neck blown off while trying to attack our democracy”; and that she did not deserve their thoughts or prayers because people who “play stupid games win stupid prizes”.

This is Leftism.

Not just the person who was so personally and openly wishing disgusting things for me.

But Facebook who immediately took me out of commission for 3 days and/or for as long as they like for simply expressing the opinion that what happened at the US Capitol Building on January 6^th was not a riot, nor an insurrection, but a peaceful protest which the corrupt political class and media poured verbal accelerant on and then torched in order to create the very hostility and division and justification for cancelling all dissenting opinions which it has.

This is what was once our public square.  This is where we used to be allowed to engage in meaningful discussion of the critical issues which affect our society, our country and most importantly, ourselves and our families. 

No more.

There is no more open dialogue.
There is no room for dissent.
There is one narrative.
It will change as the power class deems appropriate.
But it will never be up for debate.
And it will always fuel their power at the expense of the people they lord over.

It will lead to the obliteration of our society.

It will not spare the wilfully ignorant who bought into the absurdity.  The ones who carry the water via the narrative for the tyrants. The ones who push the BLM, CRT, Defund the Police, anti-conservative anything narratives.  The ones who “live where love does” except for when they wish death on other people by pandemic virus for expressing a dissenting opinion or having their neck blown off for trespassing.  The ones who get to continue prowling the internet for dissenters while the ever dangerous Christian, mother, housewife and part-time accountant serves her term in the clink.  

The ones who can’t see the irony in their own words that people who “play stupid games win stupid prizes”.

“Jay, tell them what they’ve won!!”

My personal story in response to a devoted teacher who believes in public education…..

I grew up the second of seven children.

My father who was an only child and lost his dad as a teenager and his mom as a young adult, was the sole financial supporter of our family during much of my childhood. He worked as a janitor and part-time delivery man.

My siblings and I all attended Catholic elementary and high school. Because it’s what my parents wanted for their children.

When times got hard (which was always), my dad (in addition to his full time job – he worked his way up to building engineer) decided to try his hand with a family owned and run grocery/convenience store.

The store was open 7 days a week, 365 days a year, for 16 hours a day. And we all worked in it, even as young children; before and after school and during weekends and while on “vacation” from school.

The business ultimately failed after ten years of back breaking work.

My dad continued working odd jobs in addition to his custodian engineer position; and my mother, in addition to running the house, worked as well, to make ends meet – and to pay the tuition.

When my youngest sibling went to kindergarten, my mom after raising us all to school age while working alongside my dad in the always struggling family business and as a secretary afterward, enrolled herself in college and got a nursing degree.

Within about two years of her working as a nurse, my dad died suddenly at the age of 47. My mom was left a widow with an 8, 10 and 15 year old still in school.

My mom continued to work as a nurse to support her family (and continued to pay tuition for their Catholic school education) and they all graduated from Catholic high school.

All of my parents’ children are successful, independent adults:
A Captain in the FDNY; an Accountant; an Optician; IT Company Executive; Engineer; Teacher’s Assistant, Office Administrator.

Life is hard.

But it’s worth the effort.

It’s not just worth the effort.

It’s about the effort.

We are designed as human beings to find fulfillment in our efforts. We rob people of life’s very purpose and greatest satisfaction when we attempt to give them what they are supposed to work for themselves.

So many of the social programs which our government implements ultimately deny people one of life’s most important gifts:
The fulfillment that comes from being able to provide for our own families.

That is a travesty. In an effort to “help” people, our government has set so many of them in a trap they cannot get out of. We give them just enough to keep them from being able to stand on their own two feet. We give them housing money or living expenses; and as soon as they start making just enough money to pay the rent, we cut them off; so they are basically encouraged to remain dependent.

What they need is opportunity and encouragement to do for themselves; and the motivation that comes from the satisfaction of the success in providing for themselves and their families.

Public education in particular, increasingly endeavors to provide for children what they should be receiving from and within their own families. Aside from being impersonal and inconsistent, it deliberately encourages and manifests long term dependency which is terribly self defeating for the people they claim to want to serve.

It is the ultimate irony and defeat inherent in all socialist societies – in the name of equality and charity, socialism destroys individual motivation, opportunity and fulfillment and robs people of their most precious and necessary treasures – individual self worth.

In reality, the greatest education that I received from my parents had far less to do with what I learned in the Catholic schools they struggled to pay for, than what I learned from my parents’ passion and dedication and sacrifice in giving all they had for what truly mattered to them – us.

That was nothing I could or would ever learn in a classroom. And nothing I ever learned in a classroom motivated me more than what I learned in my home and from my parents.

Most teachers are sincerely devoted to their students. But the reality is that they can never give their students what they are supposed to get from their parents.

Teachers are not supposed to replace parents. The government is not supposed to supplant employment.

As a society, we should be allowing and encouraging families to earn and serve their own. It is the natural human instinct which leads to life’s ultimate fulfillment.

Public education and financial assistance are not the best things we can give to children and families.

Self worth, confidence and purpose are.

Nothing can replace the love of a family.

When we learn that, we will have mastered education.

And put an end to a lot of corruption and heartache.

If you want to save the world, fix families.

Why does history, with all of its wretched atrocities, repeat itself?

Because evil is always seeking opportunity.

Evil is ever patient and exceedingly clever.

It has no boundaries.

There is no depravity that evil is unwilling to employ.

No lie it is unwilling to tell.

No person it is unwilling to sacrifice to its cause.

No truth it is unwilling to desecrate.

Evil is willing to call the brutal killing of innocent babies a ‘right’, in the name and pursuit of reckless sexual pleasure; and then demonize the people who deny that most vulgar lie.

It is cunning enough to convince people that the very source of human life, the union of one man and one woman, is not only irrelevant, but that recognizing its sacred purpose in human society and civilization is contrived and bigoted and “hateful”.

It is ruthless enough to convince an entire generation that anyone, including a 4 or 6 year old child, will somehow find fulfillment rather than heartwrenching devastation, in permanently mutilating their own body (and mind) in pursuit of the completely contrived and diabolical concept of “gender fluidity”.

It has pitted humanity against itslef by advancing racism under the guise of anti-racism.

It tells you that the globe and its climate are more important than humanity itself.

It has convinced you to place your trust in a greedy, wealthy, lustful power class over that of your own prayerful family; and to deny the testimony of the people who love you most.

These lies are not subtle.

There is nothing remotely believable about them.

And yet, they are not only being perpetually advanced and embraced; they are being broadly (globally) and rigidly implemented as public policy.

EVIL is now the STANDARD for public policy for all of human civilization on a global level.

And how did this happen?

Again?

Because the first and most outrageous but cunning and well cultivated lie that evil tells, is that it is good.

Evil dresses itself up as kindness and benevolence and justice and compassion.

And then it tells you that these lies are the things you must do and embrace in order to be a person of virtue.

Deep down, you know better.

Beneath your pride; beneath your wordly and emotional desires;

God has written the Truth on your soul.

This may be the very last time that history repeats itself.

This battle will be more fierce than any in human history.

We know who will win in the end.

Which side do you choose to be on?

I typed “Which side will you choose…..?”

But there is no more time to decide.

The moment is upon us.

Pick your side.

May God have mercy on His people.

I read a Facebook post this morning intended to bring perspective on the Covid virus to people who “just want to get back to normal”.

It was an emotional piece about a wife being awakened in the middle of the night by her husband who is gasping for air and then leaves to take him to the hospital as their young children watch in horror and fear; and where the relatively young father and husband ultimately succumbs to the disease.

A truly tragic and heart wrenching scenario. I’d like to offer some additional perspective:

When I was 24, and my father was 48, as the celebration of my younger sister’s 10th birthday was winding down and while my older sister and her husband were preparing to announce to my parents that they were expecting their first grandchild, my father suffered a massive, fatal heart attack in front of my mother and 4 of their 7 children, including the newly 10 year old and my youngest brother who was 8 at the time.

As traumatic an experience as the Covid scenario at least.

Three months later, and the day after I got engaged, I returned home to find my mother consoling my aunt whose 27 year old daughter had just succumbed to her 10 year battle with leukemia.

Less than two months later, while still reeling from the two recent tragic losses, I arrived at my then fiancé’s house after work where he sat me down to tell me that my sister had just phoned to tell him that my best friend had been brutally murdered.

There have been of course many more losses over the years.

This past year, since Covid began, I lost a very close friend to cancer and an aunt to frail health.

Another wonderful friend passed and I didn’t learn about it until he had already been buried; a lifelong, devout Catholic, with no funeral.

My good friend lost her beautiful mother and my daughter in law lost her beloved father, both to cancer, and another beautiful relative lost her elderly mom to Alzheimer’s disease.

My brother in law spent a terrifying week in ICU fighting pneumonia while the doctors were mistakenly treating him for Covid. Praise God he is recovering.

Right now, a good friend is nursing her son back to health after a terrible car accident.

Another friend’s son is fighting for his life after a tragic work accident.

And another friend is holding desperately to life, on a ventilator in a battle against Covid while his wife and children and friends suffer in the fear of the story I began this post with.

ALL of this is real.

ALL of this is life.

ALL of this is perspective.

The reason we suffer, is because life and love are worth the risks.

Tragedies come. They come from so many places and in so many ways.

Everyone’s loss and journey matters.

We need to “get back to normal”.

Normal is where we tend to one another.

Where we grieve together and comfort one another and share our fears;

But also our LIVES. And our hopes.

Death is a fact of life.

Living in fear of it doesn’t stop it from coming.

It just starts the process sooner and accelerates it faster.

It kills us while we’re still alive.

Life is short enough.

Don’t be so consumed by the fear and the sorrow, that you forget or refuse to live the joy.

Some things are worth the risk of dying for.

Living is one of them.

Our country is crumbling. Likely done for.

Not innocent victims of an uber-powerful foreign aggressor.

Conscious participants in our own moral, societal, and spiritual suicide, ultimately succumbing to the rot manifesting and untreated in our own midst and households for decades.

Our addiction overdose drug of choice? Narcissism laced with entitlement, righteous indignation and sexual anarchy.

Perhaps first and best imaged by the original “peaceful protest”:

A million person outdoor orgy in upstate New York allegedly organized to promote peace and oppose the Viet Nam war; but ultimately, a four day sex and drug fest in the names of anti-establishmentism and anti-decency organized and attended by children apparently mad at their parents for being too financially and socially stable.

And then, claiming the world as their oyster.

Where does a generation wind up that considers;

-Two and a Half Men primetime television entertainment
-Beyonce gyrating in black spandex in the middle of a football field America’s family past-time
-Miley Cirus swinging naked on a wrecking ball musical art
-Modern Family more funny than dangerous
-Nancy Pelosi and Joe Biden Catholic
-Andrew Cuomo anything but a monster
-American patriots Nazis
-civilized behavior ‘right wing extremism’
-climate more sacred than humanity
-human beings experts
-fear and lust the definitions of science
-themselves entiteled not to die from a virus
-other people responsible for protecting them – on demand and for free
-every form of sexaul activity mandatory middle school education
-gender optional
-parenthood arbitrary
-divorce insignificant
-abortion healthcare
-anything free
-liberty and small businesses expendable
-law and order racism
-borders bigotry
-God imaginary
-government trustworthy
and
-religion and free speech passe?

Straight into the hell they marched themselves.

May God have mercy on our souls.

If the media or pollsters wanted to know why I or any other Trump supporter voted for him, they could have asked.

Or just listened.

Or stopped deleting the social media posts and accounts of people who supported him and looked at what they were actually saying.

But they didn’t.

Because they didn’t want to know.

But they DID know.

And that’s why they lied.

They couldn’t allow their audience and prospective voters to know that President Trump has actually been HELPING THE BLACK COMMUNITY with reduced unemployment, Opportunity Zones, law enforcement and criminal justice reform – and that many of them recognized it and supported him;

That he has been attempting to keep America free from the communism that many Hispanics have fled, but that the Bidens are financially and politically married to; and that many of those Hispanics would be supporting President Trump;

That President Trump believes in religious liberty which so many Democrat pseudo-Catholics have abandoned and consistently legislatively oppose and verbally demonize; and that people of faith would vote for President Trump for that reason;

That he supports the US energy industry that Dems have been regulating out of existence, not for the “sake of the planet”, but in order to make America dependent on their Chinese communist political and business “associates”; and so energy industry workers would vote for President Trump for that reason.

The pollsters and media couldn’t tell their audience that Trump supporters were decent, reasonable, working class Americans of all races, creeds and cultures.

They had to tell them that everyone who supported President Trump was a racist “white supremacist”.

But our cities weren’t boarded up on election eve to protect businesses and government buildings and personal property from Trump supporters; they were trying to protect themselves from radical, violent, leftist agitators.

The people who voted for President Trump are working class people of every race, creed and culture who know damned well that he is no racist nor misogynist nor Nazi; and neither are they.

But the mainstream media and pollsters couldn’t say that.

Because they’re not actually pollsters or journalists; they’re Democrat political operatives.

And very bad people.

And they’re the reason we are caught in this banana republic, election fraud nightmare.

We’re not who they said we were.

And they’re not who they said they were.

They’re exactly who President Trump says they are:
The enemy of the people.

The war is on.

We didn’t declare it.

They did.

She’s 21 today.

When I found out that I was pregnant with Traci, we had just moved our large, young family from Brooklyn to Fishkill.

We had literally moved our 5 children (ages 10,7,3,3 and 1) the week before Christmas and somehow managed to unpack, decorate and put gifts under the tree for all of the kids and celebrate an exhausting but amazing Christmas.

I was still trying to commute to NYC for three 10 hour days a week for work.

We had spent a year looking for a place to live and running up against the most absurd obstacles in trying to find a two family house or two houses close together so that my sister-in-law and I could provide childcare for one another (8 kids combined before Traci) on our respective ‘days off’.

Just as we began to settle into our new chaos, I found out I was expecting again.
Needless to say, I was more than just a little overwhelmed.

I couldn’t imagine why God would have allowed this to happen to us.

This is a video and picture of Traci dancing in her final solo dance performance last year, which she choreographed herself.

The pinnacle performance and product of the dance classes we could never afford but knew we had to and always somehow managed to.

The song is “Shake it Out” by Florence + The Machine.

The picture is the instant where the lyrics boom – “It’s always darkest before the dawn!”

Anyone who knows Traci, knows that she is a walking, talking contradiction.
She’s a beautiful nut, a brilliant scatterbrain, and a most graceful klutz.

She is also the personification of my fear and the fulfillment of my hope.

Hope wins.

All good things do.
God is good. 💖
Happy Birthday Traci.
I love you.

Millions of Democrats and liberals across the country just voted for people who have spent their entire adult lives getting rich as politicians; because they promised them that if they got elected this time, they’d give them the “free healthcare”, “free college tuition”, “affordable housing”, “free childcare” and most ironically and brass, the “social justice”, that they’ve been promising them for decades.

This is the same political class who has been creating slums across America for almost a century, with public policies designed specifically to keep their constituents in their poverty, and perpetually hungry for just enough government “assistance” to keep them voting for the same lying, welfare doling power class year after year.

It’s Stockholm Syndrome.

They cunningly and continuously offer financial welfare programs with lids on them instead of jobs and family and economic and social structures that might actually ever allow their constituents to climb out of the poverty they’re in.

“But this time, it’s going to be different” they say.
Again.
“This time, we’re going after those rich guys and we’re gonna make them pay.”

Which rich guys would those be?

Would it be the heads of the mega-corporations who are getting obscenely rich on the continued shutdowns that Biden is promising which are brutally crushing the middle class small business owners and all of their employees?

The ones telling you to vote for the Democrats because they care about the middle class workers; while they’re paying their own U.S. employees next to nothing (although exponentially more than they’re paying their overseas employees).

Are they the Hollywood and mainstream media elites who you watch all day long telling you how unfair and corrupt President Trump and his working class republican and conservative supporters are?

Are these the rich guys you figure are endorsing politicians that intend to policy them into paying for all of your free stuff?

What are the odds that these people are telling you to vote for people who are going to take their money and give it to you?

If they wanted you to have their money, they’d give it to you. Or they’d have convinced the politicians they’ve been buying for years to have given it to you by now.

It’s not happening.

The political and financial elites are not coming to your rescue.

They like you right where you are; fueling their wealth and power from your place at the bottom of the socioeconomic pyramid.

That’s why this great country was founded on liberty and freedom.

Because the Founders KNEW that corruption coalesces at the top of the political and financial bureaucracies. So they deliberately designed a governmental structure that was intended to keep the political landscape FLAT.

Where everyone would have the same voice in their government and the collective power to keep any potential power class in check.

But half of the people in this once greatest country on earth, have chosen to hand their power over to the corruption machine, on the gamble and absurd premise that they were going to use it to regulate themselves into paying for the lower classes’ every day amenities.

What are the odds that the rich people you just handed all of your power to are actually giving you the “free” stuff they promised you? Or giving you back the power to get it for yourselves?

In gambling lingo, this one would be referred to as “a long shot”.
Like hitting the lottery.
Or getting struck by lightning.

Don’t bet on it.

Five years ago today my Aunt Eileen left this world for a far better one.
Knowing that I will see her again is one of the reasons I am unafraid to go when God calls me home.

I had the privilege to honor my beloved Aunt and Godmother at the celebration of her journey into heaven.

I am grateful to her daughters, my beautiful cousins Anne Marie and Catherine, for the privilege.

My words pale in comparison to the woman that she was. This was my small tribute:

On Wednesday night, Anne Marie and Catherine faced the most difficult decision any person would ever have to make.

They were faced with the reality that their mom would take leave of the world. And they made the decision to allow her to go with a courage and grace most rare and quite beautiful. The most obvious gifts of their beautiful mother. They came quickly to their decision of mercy for her tired and weary body and soul.

Once they made the very difficult decision to disconnect Aunt Eileen from the machines which were binding her to the world, they faced another incredibly difficult decision: What to do with the growing crowd of family and friends milling about the hospital trying to come to terms with their own impending loss and breaking hearts.

The girls made their next brave decision:
To ask the people who loved their mom, to bid her farewell and allow them to honor the moment of her passing in private, quiet dignity. As one of the broken-hearted souls who wanted this not to be the last I would see of the woman I loved so much and whom had brightened my world in so many ways, I wanted not to go. I wanted to savor every last second that I could with the most loving person that I had ever known.

The problem, was that so did everyone else in the room.

What a glorious dilemma: What to do with the too many people who want not to let go of an angel?

What is it that makes so many people feel so incredibly connected to this beautiful woman?

The answer is that Aunt Eileen had an incredible gift. She had an almost supernatural ability to make every person she ever met feel like they were the most important person in the world. That whatever was going on in their lives was the most important thing there was.

She remembered the little details. When she called (which she always did) she didn’t ask “How are you?” or “How are the kids?”
She asked “Did Rachel get everything she needed for her dorm room at Tulane?”
“What time is Tim’s flight to Cameroon on Tuesday?”
“Did James get that job he applied for at The Gap?”
“Did Allison get a dress for the Confirmation yet?”
“What did the endocrinologist have to say about Kimberly?” (Of course, she didn’t say endocrinologist….she actually knew the doctor’s name.)

She remembered the details. The little things were important. You were important enough to her for her to remember what was important to you.

And then she would matter-of-factly slip in what was going on in everyone else’s life….

“I was just talking to Fran. They’re driving out to Kelly’s White Coat ceremony at Drexel.”

Getting in all the details…….
Reminding us that everyone else was important too.

And then those of us slow on the uptake would finally get around to asking her “How about you Aunt Eileen? And the Girls? How are you all doing?” And she’d try not to sound too boastful while she shared how proud she was of Catherine and her own White Coat; and Anne Marie, the image of quiet strength and beauty who could only be Aunt Eileen’s daughter.

She spoke with timid pride of the angels who have tended to their mom and our beloved aunt and sister and friend with the tenderness and heart which they learned so beautifully from her.

She stayed in touch with everyone:
“Hey Aunt Eileen, you wanna do lunch?”
Well, sure, but Little Burt is in town and I’m meeting him and his Dad in Brewster before he goes back to Chicago to start his new job so we’ll go there for lunch.”

And while you were at one of these impromptu get-togethers she’d subtly organized to keep people in touch with one another, and before sneaking out with Carol or Fran for a cigarette, she’d sneak over to the cashier and pick up the check.

On her postal worker salary.

No one will ever figure out how she did that. The math of her generosity just didn’t work. But she did it anyway. And that’s what made it work.

Not just the money, but the time.

The time to have the birthday cards & Christmas presents and phone calls….all taken care of.

She saw the good in everyone and everything.

There was no complaining to Aunt Eileen. I tried:
“Aunt Eileen, the twins just took a whole bottle of pancake syrup and squirted it all over the living room rug.” She would just laugh and say “Oh Anne Marie! That’s hilarious! Enjoy every minute of it!”

She taught us to see what was good. To love where we were. Not to waste time on what didn’t matter but to see that what was happening is what did matter and that we could find the grace in everything we faced if only we would seek it.

She changed the way we saw the world.

While she was in the hospital fighting for her life, she called her cousin Joseph to ask him to check on her blind brother Burton.

And in between calls from the hospital to check on everyone else, she followed doctor’s orders to get a little exercise.

She would grab her IV pole, unplug it, and march it around the ward. (When she was on a mission, Aunt Eileen marched, head first, elbows bent, heel to toe, [in comfortable shoes] she took care of business.)

And so the Mayor of the Ward, as she affectionately came to be known, took her heart and her IV pole and made the rounds, stopping to check on every person, who’s name and condition of course she’d made the point to learn, asking them or their family members how they were doing. Letting each of them know, that they too were the most important person in the world.

Aunt Eileen was too busy loving people to entertain complaints. She was busy calling, visiting and marching us around the hospital, reminding us to be kind and be happy and attentive to one another by simply showing us how it was done. She spent her life putting the rest of the world to shame in comparison to her boundless heart and energy and kindness.

Aunt Eileen has taught us well. Our lesson is complete. It’s graduation day. It is her turn to rest. And our time to thank her by sharing her lessons with the rest of the world.

I LOVE you Aunt Eileen. More than words can ever say.

I still miss you every day.

Until we meet again. 🙏♥️

I used to joke that I wore bangs for a long time because I had the word “mark” stamped boldly across my forehead.

A reference to the fact that I can be pretty naive sometimes.

Naivete isn’t the worst thing in the world. It’s basically the comfort that comes from believing that people are generally good.

It’s not malicious.

That doesn’t mean it isn’t dangerous.

If the people aiming at the target, harbor nefarious objectives; boundless determination; laser precise aim; and a seemingly bottomless quiver of arrows, then the mark is quick and easy prey to the predator.

The good news is, the danger of naivete is fairly well mitigated with a healthy dose of knowledge and some basic common sense.

There’s a reason the Democrat Party in this country specifically targets the youth with their endless social justice campaigns. It’s not because the youth are broadly kinder and more magnanimous than their older generation counterparts.

It’s because, whether they choose to acknowledge it or not; they have less knowledge and experience in the real world. They’ve seen less corruption in their lifetimes and they have a substantially reduced likelihood of ever having been victimized by precision marksmen with ill-intentioned financial and political objectives.

That doesn’t mean they’re less intelligent.

But it does mean that they are significantly more vulnerable to corruption and propaganda by virtue of their inexperience.

That’s nothing any young adult wants to hear.

It doesn’t matter.

It’s the truth.

Truth doesn’t yield to your feelings. (Or to your opinions.)

As much as you don’t want to hear it, it’s what you need to know if you want to reduce your risk of being not just targeted, but hit and mortally wounded by political sniper fire.

The wounds to your ego that this article may produce, are superficial; but the real and present dangers that you face from the predators you don’t recognize as such, are catastrophic.

This generation is sure they’re saving the world right now by wearing facemasks and social distancing and allowing local businesses to be shut down. It’s nice that they want to save their neighbors and their families. That doesn’t mean that’s what’s actually happening. Nor that the people who are telling them that it is, are doing so for the benevolent reasons they claim.

If you really want to save the world and your elderly parents and grandparents, the best thing you can do is get informed.

The sooner the better.

A good place to start might be putting your egos in check and realizing;

-That you’re not nicer or smarter than your parents just because your teachers and the mainstream media told you so;

-That you’re not the first generation to ever be concerned about slavery, poverty, immigration, intolerance, religious dogmatism, greed, racism and deadly diseases;

-Though you might be the first generation in 100+ years not to know or remember that communism is always the ultimate destination of socialism because they both necessitate a power class responsible for the “distribution of wealth”;

-Once the power class is in place, all of the wealth flows up; the work flows down; you are at the bottom;

-No one who doesn’t produce for the power class is worth their resources to feed, medicate or protect;

-The power class is very much already in place and comprises the uber-wealthy Washington and Hollywood elites who insist that it’s your parents who are the blind, selfish, greedy and uncharitable class who need to be reined in;

-The corporations you think you’re fighting against are the same people feeding you the social justice narrative that have you voting for their governmental partners in crime to lord over you;

-Corruption spans the political spectrum. Republicans are complicit; but the toxic narrative is fueled, and the radical policies and violent behaviors are advanced and facilitated by the Democrats;

-The only people actually being corralled and squeezed for tax dollars under the Democrat policies are your parents (and eventually you); never “the rich guys”.

-If the Democrats actually thought that black lives mattered, they wouldn’t create perpetual governmental dependency while ridiculing strong families which are the fundamental social and financial building blocks of any enduring society;

-And they wouldn’t entice young alleged to be social justice warriors to set on fire, the already poverty torn cities that minorities live in;

-Agenda 21 is not a conspiracy theory. It’s an actual plan to dismantle personal property rights and urbanize suburbs through absurdly named “sustainable development” programs. Don’t Google it. Look at your own local town or city or state development projects and funding grants, and see who’s getting filthy rich and who’s losing their ability to retain and maintain their own properties;

-Organizations and policies aren’t kind; people are;

-You can’t change your gender; but you can sterilize yourself trying;

-Bicycle lanes aren’t about reducing pollution; they’re about curtailing travel;

-Criminals don’t obey gun laws;

-People who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it; pay attention to who is pulling down statues and controlling the formal education system and wonder why;

-The Proud Boys didn’t burn any cities down;

-People willing to march in the streets in vagina costumes and pussy hats, and watch and perform pornography labeled as “pop music videos”, probably aren’t really that offended by crude comments made by a then 40 year old man 30 years ago;

-Eyewitness accounts from your parents and grandparents count as history lessons;

-If the United States were such an awful country, people wouldn’t risk their lives to come here; but if you leave the borders open, the dangers the immigrants are fleeing are following them here; there will be no place else to run;

-The people telling you to follow the science, are making it up as they go along to fit the narrative that facilitates their agenda;

-There’s no such thing as free college. No one is paying off your loans except you – You might pay it off with monthly payments, or you might pay it off with stifling future income taxes; but there are no rich guys being taxed on your behalf to pay for your overpriced social justice license; that’s just not how politics or government work;

-Pharmaceutical companies don’t know you. They’re in the business of making money. If using Remdesivir makes them significantly richer than using Hydroxychloraquine, they’re damned well willing to let you die and pay their power class funded mainstream media mouthpieces enough to spread the lie about which one allegedly works;

There are countless lessons to be taught and learned far beyond this little blog post. They all start with a mind open to what you might not know. Get informed. Take the target off of your back.

There is no shame or guilt in naivete.

Willful ignorance is another story all together.