I just said goodbye to my daughter and baby granddaughter and for the first time in my lifetime I can’t tell myself with any certainty they will fly home and continue their lovely lives—-nice house, great dog, a truly lovely family —a life full of promise and good things.
I know what she doesn’t want to know—-the people in charge of the world want to make her life as difficult as possible—and might do what they can to ensure we all cease to exist. How would I explain to her that beyond all our fretting and writing on this platform, no one, as far as I can tell, is doing a damn thing about it?
How do I tell her that?
I’m 100% cognizant that depopulation is the objective of the people in control of our lives and yet somehow I managed to tuck my granddaughter into bed each night after a long bath, wishing I could offer her up a different truth. It took a toll on me. I went to the drugstore and spent $35 on a bottle of antacids (seriously?) and sat with my daughter at night, joining her in her bubble of ignorance because what else am I to do?
I am the band on the deck of the Titanic playing for the frightened folks as the ship goes down. What good is it to ruin her day? Her week? Her life? Does she need the sordid details of the world’s machinations? It is possible to love someone so much that you’d rather die than level with them.
You go ahead, sweetie. Get on that plane. Go home. Water your beautiful garden. Feed your Doodle. Shop for organic baby shampoo, good cheese, your favorite Preseco. You’re learning to manage a family in a time of great peril, but what’s important today is that you make it home.
I pray American Airlines has a good pilot—maybe an ex Air Force Captain. I pray the airport doesn’t look like a third world country inside and that the door of the plane has all the right screws. I pray when you get home you crawl through the door to find the peace you’ve created between your four walls still remains. Be cozy with an Ugg blanket on your white couch with your husband tonight.
I speak up so you don’t have to. I’ve already lived a long time and will do whatever I must to ensure you have that same right. One day, you will sit on a beach with your own grandchildren on a day like today, beneath a blue umbrella, under a yellow sun, studying your family’s footprints in the white stand.
I live to defend that day for you.
I've felt much the same over the last few years.
I mostly refrain these days from trying to get both of my young adult daughters to see what's happening, because the brainwashing has been so complete. I do think we still are all basically innocent - and that's why the psychopaths have been able to get away with so much.
I remember many years ago someone saying that we would look back on the mid-20th century in the western world as an aberration in human history. I now fear they may have been right.
Yes, I have mourned and continue to mourn. When I think how my son lost his senior year of high school, his graduation and his prom and his captainship of the school's tennis team, it still infuriates me. These Evil people are like that murderer in Stephen King's THE GREEN MILE: They gleefully use our goodness & love against us. Few can imagine such diabolical cruelty as a mindset, and, to quote a saying I heard from my grandfather several times: "The people who are willing to do anything to get ahead will always have an advantage over the people who are not."