I don't know about you, but I feel like an alien in my own country.
Seriously, do you recognize the place? It's eerie, how quickly the nation has degenerated into chaos. It's almost otherworldly. The changes are so radical, and so damaging, that I wonder every day whether or not recovery is possible.
It's a sad feeling. It feels to me as though the United States of America has already fallen, and I'm at the start of a long grieving process. I recognize grief, and I know that I'm in it.
The problem is not the people. Americans are wonderful people, and I'm willing to bet that a healthy majority of us feel exactly like I do. Next door to me, for the past 35 years, live the best neighbors I've ever had. They are an African American married couple (just to be clear, a husband and a wife). Throughout the years, we never referred to our different races. It was completely irrelevant to our friendship. In very recent years, as current events unfolded, we have talked about it briefly and with bewilderment. As the husband said to me at the close of one such conversation, "We're doing fine. Why don't they leave us alone? "
Why, indeed. Our Communists elites can tell you why--the goal is to divide, denigrate, and destroy the society. It's been the Marxist playbook for more than a century, and it's being applied with dramatic and rapid results in the USA. I find it a blessing that both my husband and my father are long gone. They would have a very hard time dealing with today's America.
Father's Day is coming up, if we're still permitted to acknowledge it. That's not a wise-guy statement nowadays. If the Commies can successfully remove memorials and statues, revise our national history, and prevent us from singing our national anthem, they can certainly eradicate holidays--especially "white supremacist" holidays. The nuclear family, with the husband and father as head of the household, is nothing if not a "white supremacist" power construct that must be obliterated.
I won't mention that when I wish my next-door neighbor--a husband, dad, and grandad--a Happy Father's Day.
