It’s been nearly three years since the pandemic began. Over the past year or so we’ve all been trying to get back to a normal life. As normal as it can be. Now we must pick up the pieces left by disease and carry on.
Physical changes. Mental changes. Trust changes. Some of us are still in survival mode. I doubt, for some, that will ever change. These things are now a normal way of life.
We have different people in power today. They call themselves Democrats, but they are socialists, proven by their actions. Their ideals are dangerous for all of us. The far right is no better and equally dangerous.
Opposition to their methods are met with threats and investigations. Reminiscent of the way Russia operates, or Venezuela, or China. If you look at the similarities between communist and socialist countries that exist today, you’ll see it. Maybe not completely, but parts of it are already being launched in this country.
We are in a serious recession. It’s a struggle for everyone. Fuel prices, energy prices and the cost of the things we need to survive have skyrocketed. There’s little improvement on the horizon. And something we’ve not worried about before, supply chain struggles. Even with goods made in this country, getting them to our homes is challenging, and expensive.
Today’s children only know how it’s been since this began. Well before the pandemic, violence and partisan politics were streamed on televisions and social media. Many working for the news outlets became mouthpieces for socialists and extremists. You can’t trust anything reported now. None of them are trustworthy. They spew out the party line, not the truth.
To a degree their plan has worked. Governing power changed and that fact will haunt us for decades.
Hope? Sure, there is some. The world economy could stabilize. The wars being waged in foreign lands could end. Our leadership could be replaced for the better. Citizens could realize the damage caused by us being divided and begin working together to rebuild the country. A country some of us have fond memories of.
Through this darkness I still have hope.
I look at my grandchildren and see a brighter future. At least for them. I see my children raising them with loving hearts and independence. I’m praying they aren’t poisoned by the left’s continued attack on education and society norms. If those continue to erode, the future won’t be as bright as it could be.
Me? I believe in our constitution. I believe in my neighbors. I believe we can change the course of our future if we all work towards the same goal.
One thing is for certain: my love for this country does not waver. It never will.
Yeah. I have hope.