"Do not go into that dark night quietly..."

Thursday 20 Feb 2025


The past seven weeks have been the most challenging of my life...and I don’t say that lightly.

I have myalgic encephalomyelitis...ME. Big time, according to the docs. It’s a new name for an old condition, chronic fatigue syndrome combined with all the worst aspects of PTSD. Look it up. ICD is G93.32.

That condition caused me to “retire” from my volunteer work at the Command/General Staff level of Team Rubicon two years ago. I still have a strong internal drive to be doing something to help others; over five decades of my working life, much of it has been listening to, helping, and stand with complete strangers on the very worst day of their life.

The past several weeks have made it crystal clear that a relatively small group are engaging in a coup. Yes, that’s what it is, by ANY existing valid definition.

My point is this. More and more folks are finally “getting it” and resisting in ways they hadn’t even thought of until now.

And then came 19 February, and the proclamation of monarchy law (seriously...that’s what it’s called), all of this happening at light speed intended to keep the average person confused and vulnerable. Please...don’t fall for it.

 It's called "distraction," and every con man/dictator/illusionist in history has used it to their advantage, and to the harm of others. 

When possible; (1) Do not patronize businesses that are known to have caved to “DEI” demands; (2) Insist on keeping the place names, references to people, and government holidays as permanent; (3) If you know someone who voted for Trump, and now regrets doing so, be there for them, but if they still somehow believe what the GOP is aiding and abetting is really OK by them (which really means they’re fearful of someone or something other than Trump)…cut them off.

Seriously.

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