A Blog for the ladies who are housewives by profession.
I stumbled upon your blog a few years ago and check in from time to time. I find most of your assessments astute, your sources fresh and diverse, and many of your opinions in line with my own (with the others serving as good food for thought). However, this trip to your site I find myself with an indescribable sort of sadness. While I share your concern for the looming demise of our freedoms, I also find myself feeling concern over you, personally (yes, I know it's none of my business, but that's just how it is). You have a powerful intellect and intensity that must create a heavy load for you emotionally, not to mention those around you. Or maybe not? It just occurs to me that if I am feeling this heaviness and dread after reading your thoughts over the last six months or so, how must it be for you? I can choose to move on. I hope you can (and do) too. God bless (with a capital G).
It hasn't been easy, that is for sure. But what else can you do when you see disaster ahead? Cowards stick their heads in the sand and pretend all is well. It isn't. I keep living my life and trying to keep a balance - and it is in times like these when you learn who your real friends are. The wheat separates itself from the chaff and those with integrity and character reveal themselves. I hope you are preparing yourself and those you love for what is almost upon us. There is no way out of this but straight through - and many of us will not make it to the other side. Grab the hand of a good person and don't let go until we have fixed this. I want to be able to look myself in the mirror and know I did my best - not cower in fear like a pathetic little sniveling rat.
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