The last few months I've felt a bit crushed by the weight of the world. I've had to, more than ever learn when to let go because there is nothing that I could do. But I've been waiting from the sidelines. Getting my strength back.

I am not going to continue to sit on my ass as the Demon-crates destroy my nation.

It's march and people still have not taken down their Trump/Pence 2020 signs, nor should they for it's a daily reminder of what was stolen from us. We learned who the traitors among us were. We learned there is no saving a democrate. And I learned that the only thing I can do, as protesting in an area like mine would only result in passive agreement, is to get my hands into the pot.

So, look out you fucking reptiles in office, I'm going to begin fighting to take back my country. It'll start with me going to my precinct and volunteering to work my ass off. But i'm going to look for every opportunity to worm my way up the ladder.

And if I have it my way I'm going to work my ass off to get Tom Rice disgraced to the point McDonalds wouldn't hire him. And I'll work to make sure that everyone knows that Lindsey Graham isn't a real patriot and needs to be replaced.

And if that doesn't come to pass, then it wasn't God's will. But I pray that God's will is that if I sacrifice my time, and my body for my nation, that I may fight to preserve it. I pray to Jesus that it is so.