WHY WE MUST VOTE FOR TRUMP

Four years ago the political landscape was turned upside down when Donald Trump was elected as the 45th President of the United States. To the establishment class, long entrenched in Washington, this was shocking and completely unacceptable. For millions of Americans who had blindly followed the dishonest main stream media narrative, it was a betrayal of what they had come to believe in. They despised Donald Trump and let themselves be convinced he was evil incarnate. Many of them asked the same question after the election, " How could so many Americans vote for this monster?" 

The reason was simple really. Donald Trump spoke truth to what so many hard working American people from all cultures, walks of life, and social classes were already thinking. "America has nothing to be sorry for or ashamed of."

Over the next three plus years, America pulled herself up and once again stood as the symbol of freedom and prosperity for the world. Her factories reopened, her people started to succeed again and her military prowess was used sparingly, but enough to remind our enemies they cannot defeat her. 

But what about those who were so shocked by the results in 2016? They did not accept defeat gracefully. Far from it. On the street we have witnessed a three year long temper tantrum fueled by false premises and false promises put forth by the anarchists, socialists and communists who have taken advantage of flashpoint events to push their own agendas. As bad as all of that was, it was the Washington establishment who committed the worst sins.

From spying on the Trump campaign to trying to commit a coup of a duly elected President, they have relentlessly tried to hold onto their shrinking power by any means possible. These included a two and a half year Russia collusion hoax, a political impeachment, censorship of any news negative to his political rivals while pushing forward every crazy story, no matter how implausible. Clear eyed Americans watched while Antifa and BLM thugs ran rampant throughout our cities over the Summer, burning neighborhoods, assaulting law enforcement and even committing cold blooded murders, while wax figure media talking heads told us not to believe our lying eyes. They proclaimed all the unrest was peaceful, even while standing in front of burning buildings. All this while we were being told to stay at home and not spend time at church or with our families. But we are not like any other people in the world. We are not so easily fooled, nor are we foolish.

For months many of us became quiet and refused to discuss how we really felt about the overreaction to the pandemic by our local leaders, or the violence we were witnessing on the street. We also refused to disclose our support for our President and all that he represents to avoid unnecessary arguments or conflicts. Throughout it all we collectively looked at the calendar with hope and circled Tuesday November 3rd as the day we could speak as loudly as we want to. Many of us decided to vote early, and thousands more took part in the safety of boat parades, car parades and standouts to try and let their fellow citizens know they were not alone in their thoughts or beliefs.

Slowly at first, the wave built. As September turned into October it grew even more and was big enough to swat off fake stories about the coming dark Winter and personal tax returns. A few weeks ago it hit the shallow water of the impending election and showed itself as a true Tsunami of support for America as the President recovered quickly from the virus and hit the rallies again. At first they looked similar to 2016. 15,000-20,000 supporters showing their support. But something happened over the past ten days. The size of the crowds doubled, no matter where they were held, or how often. In places unheard of to to most of us like Butler, PA or Opa Locka, FL, rallies were now over 50,000 strong, even after midnight! As big as the rallies were in 2016, the rallies in 2020 are exponentially bigger. In every state, including Hawaii and every other dark blue state, Trump events burst onto the scene. Not through organization but rather from a collective organic need to say we love our country, we love each other and we are not going to let anyone take that away from us. As I write this at 10:30 PM on November 2nd, 2020, the wave has reached its peak and is ready to crash onto the beach of freedom. 

As vibrant and celebratory the mood is among these great Americans, all of it is at risk if those same people do not get out and vote on election day. A vote for Biden is a vote for continued lockdowns, a return to widespread poverty, racial divide and identity politics. A vote for Trump is a vote for freedom, prosperity, peace through strength and a brighter future for all of us. That is why I believe our President has earned four more years and why we must vote for Donald J. Trump.

God Bless our President and God Bless the United States of America!

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Cancer Sucks

     My first memory of this scourge was when my grandmother became sick. I was seventeen the last time I saw her lying on a couch. She was a breathing shell of the beautiful, vibrant woman she had been just a few months earlier. It was so horrifying to me that I have tried to avoid seeing loved ones and friends off as they get near the end ever since. When my grandfather was a few months away from passing, I visited him for the last time. His horrible cough and seeing blood come out of his mouth was bad enough. He told me everything he could remember about our family history; the good, the bad , even the ugly. After that visit we talked on the phone, when he could, but I never saw him again. mercifully, he passed while I was on maneuvers out in Utah in June of 1988.
     Sometimes you have to be there. It's so heartbreaking to be at a point where you wish they would give up, just to ease their suffering. There have been miracles. My own mother was diagnosed in 1999 and for the next 5 years it was touch and go. At one point she was given less than 3 months. Yet she beat it and has been in remission for 11 years. Why her? How? I don't know and neither does she. Her story is the exception it seems. They still call surviving ten years "beating" it. The fear of it returning is always there, and that alone is a form of torture.
     Over the years, the list of friends and family lost to this nemesis has grown to be so long it's too heavy to read. Many of the firefighters and police officers I knew when I was in those professions have fallen victim. So too some of the veterans I served with. Children, friends, favorite Aunts and Uncles, cousins, coworkers, casual pals; the list goes on and on and it doesn't discriminate. As I am writing this, many of those names and faces are coming to the front part of my memory. All were brave. All were taken. For many, you could point to heavy smoking habits, being exposed to hazards unknown at the time, bad genes. All those reasons do not explain the huge number of victims today. I even had my own scare a couple times but was fortunate to not have had to do any real battle with it.
     Tonight I am on the verge of having to say goodbye to another. A soldier, an airman, a combat veteran, a cop, a truck driver, a husband, father and grandfather. To so many of us, a friend. He has a beautiful family, and he is way too young to be saying goodbye. As recently as a couple weeks ago, the strength of his voice on the phone masked the agony his body was going through. It may have taken his physical being away, but not his spirit. He was given two weeks three months ago! He wasted none of the time given, but it was so short.
     We all go through our lives, working, raising families and arguing about politics or a ton of other things. Yet this is always out there, randomly pouncing when we least expect it. Will there ever be a day when we have beaten this? There are over 7 billion people on the Earth right now. Shouldn't we be able to put the best minds together to put a stop to this? Shouldn't we want to? Awareness walks and fundraisers are fine, but shouldn't there be a political will to solve this? Wouldn't that be something to see if all the politicians who put so much energy into fighting each other actually put all their energy into solving this instead?
     In the near future, my friend will be gone and his memory will join so many others. In a few weeks after that, I, like everyone else, will lose my focus on the enemy until it rears its ugly head again. It will reside in the sub conscience, once in awhile whispering a threat as you wonder, will it come to me?

Cancer Sucks!