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This is the third time Trump has won the presidential office, to my mind, because I believe his 2020 term was stolen by deliberate Covid hysteria and good old fashioned fraud. Don't tell that to the left! Their programmers are instructing them to leave the country because of Trump's white supremacy/gay persecution/anti-semitism/fill-in-the-blank. I am not about to argue with them. If they must expat, it is 100% their loss. Good luck in Uruguay.

For the past decade, we have played a game of "Everything the looney left does, they accuse everyone else of doing." If we are Nazis, they are überNazis, working themselves into a frenzy as they dream up a Final Solution for all who disagree with them. If we are liars, they are the lyingest liars who ever lied, using the entirety of the corporate media to broadcast fibs, falsehoods, and fabrications 24/7.

Leftists seem to hate the concept of democracy despite claiming it is precious. Then we have the cheating, and it's not just in the voting booth. The Covid debacle was one of the biggest heists ever pulled, with the clear winners being Big Pharma and the stock portfolio set. The true vaccine believers don't know they've been had. A nagging voice wheedles them from the pits of their suppressed nightmares, giggling and gibbering that maybe (just MAYBE) the debilitating weakness, shaking hands, heart tremors, early onset arthritis, constant flus that daisy chain together and last a month instead of a week, and reproductive dysfunction was caused by the MRNA shots.

To this day, the left is still passing off biological males as females in sports, robbing women and girls who have literally worked their entire lives to become top athletes of their awards and accolades. If you mention this to one of them, they will find a way to remind you that you are a fascist who wishes to LARP The Handmaid's Tale.

It's the economy, stupid

Nevertheless, the primary reason Trump won was the economy. Fossils like me remember Jimmy Carter, another one term president who left the American economy in tatters. I remember my father complaining bitterly about gas prices. There were scenes on the news of people queued up at gas stations because fuel was being rationed. Nobody wants to live in Weimar Germany or 1989 Argentina. They will always vote against the party that made eggs and bread into luxuries.

After Trump's no new war lull from 2016-2020, seeing a gazillion taxpayer dollars flying every which way except to actual Americans stung. The botch jobs in Afghanistan, Israel, and Ukraine did not give Americans confidence that our leadership had our best interests in mind. Now that the senile puppet is lobbing proxy missiles at the gonads of the Russian bear, we all have to be ready to put our heads between our legs and kiss our asses goodbye if the wrong leader takes him seriously. This is not how I wanted my estimated income payments to be spent.

Watching migrants flood into police stations -- several Chicago police stations have been inundated with migrants who have lived there for years -- it kind of begs the question "What are the police supposed to do with them?" The electorate has thankfully answered this question with "Deport them." There are dozens if not hundreds of small towns across the US that have been ratioed by 2:1 and 3:1 with "newcomers". These recent imports often have a thing for sacrificing and eating geese, cats, and dogs to whatever entity is masquerading as their god. They chomp the heads off of squirrels as if they had just emerged from evolutionary caves. Worse are the Venezuelan thugs who have set up a gangster's paradise in every major and minor city that will have them, infesting apartment buildings like human termites.

To add insult to injury, the Democrat-in-chief ignored the Appalachian hurricane victims -- tell me how a hurricane that ends up affecting the Appalachian mountain range is not sketchy in a geoengineering way... I'll wait -- as more tax money flowed to Ukraine. Some of the donated supplies were tracked. It was found that FEMA confiscated them and handed them over to illegal migrants.

The gaslighting!

If there's one thing that brings out my latent serial killer, it is gaslighting. Not only have we been told the sky is green and the grass is pink, we have been brutally censored if we claim anything to the contrary. Most people who are decent have never considered ending the life of a gaslighter. I will leave you to deduce the kind of thoughts I have when someone attempts to gaslight me. Gaslighting is the matriarchal form of bullying. It is a soft method of shifting perceived reality to suit the designs of the narcissist's agenda. Those who insisted the shots were safe, the economy is better than ever, and that normal Americans are Nazis have earned a banquet of consequences. Trump's re-election was a mere appetizer to the feast that awaits. Average Americans are PISSED because they cannot afford to LIVE. At this point, removing the gaslighting bullies who insist on their version of reality is a survival issue. Those of us who do not want to subsist on dehydrated cricket cookies for supper and who don't wish to rot away in Wall-E micropods have decided it is do or die.

The bullies may have died

Democratic voters were far more likely to take the Covid shots than anyone else. At this very moment, there are some people who wander about in grocery stores, theaters, and down random sidewalks advertising their Democratic political views merely by wearing masks on their faces. To their chagrin, the trickle of information about the dangers of MRNA shots has widened into a deluge. No amount of suffering or circumstantial evidence can convince a leftist who got the quaxx that it is the smoking gun behind 14 year olds stroking out on the soccer field. Every town in my heavily MRNA-vaxxed area resounds with the whine of ambulance sirens. A non-vaxxed friend recently took a vaxxed person to the ER and was shocked by the number of babies and toddlers present. The reaper and his cousin, the handicapper, has really been making the rounds since 2021. Yet to the TDS suffer, denial ain't just a river in Egypt.. From what I have noticed, nearly all who got the MRNA vaccines have suffered at least one health setback, and quite a few have become utterly debilitated or are now dead. For some, the slide into vaccine injury takes the form of aches, bladder inflammation, insomnia, or stones. For others, it is a hacking cough that never lets up. For children and teenagers, it seems to prefer to take the form of super intense seasonal flus that threaten pneumonia every time. For young adults, it takes the role of fertility disruptor. This is not surprising, because those of us who were awake in 2021 knew the spike protein lodges in reproductive organs. For those who manage to conceive and bring a baby to there awaits a huge uptick in congenital deformities. Nevertheless, there was no grisly vaxpocalypse of the sort imagined by Van der Bossche and Delores Cahill. Instead there has been a trimming; a lopping off of years, especially towards the end. For the elderly, a shorter life at the very end isn't always a bad thing. I have had two elderly relatives die of what seems to have been vaccine-assisted turbo cancer.  Far more concerning are the effects of the MRNA vaccines on the young who have their whole lives ahead of them.  

The demise of the New Normal


2024 had marked the first year that has been free of what was supposed to be the New Normal: shuttered businesses, masked cuckolds rushing from Zoom meetings to Target and and back again, and the perpetual glorification of the virtuous upper middle class.  That scheme has fallen apart.  Roads that were formerly bare of traffic on school days (kids stuck at home in remote learning) are now clogged with cars again.  Blue collar workers were never spared even in the height of Covidmania, so for them, nothing has changed except they are no longer forced to wear masks.  Overall, from late 2023 onward, all of the Covid protocols that greatly assisted the Biden "win" in 2020 have been beaten back.  Their absence may have helped Trump win in 2024, along with a large chunk of the Democratic vote dying off or being stricken down with MRNA vaccine side effects.  

The fall of Hollywood

The seething underbelly of Hollywood pedophilia and kompromat was exposed in 2024 in a way it was not anytime before it.  As it turns out, our favorite celebs were wallowing in poop a la mode on various yachts.  There is more than a little credence to the rumor that rap stars sacrifice foster children at 3am in luxury bunkers beneath the Playboy Mansion.  Supposedly there is video circulating in the dark web.  So vast and devastating are these exposes, Hollywood has been cancelled.  All of the king's horses and all the king's men and their gaslighting and their twerking brigades could not put Kamala's campaign together again.  She raised over a billion and still ended up 20 million in debt.  

Whatever spell those Hollywood types had on the plebes is gone.  Nobody wants to watch a bunch of egomaniac illiterates who got "lucky" via nepotism or the casting couch.  We don't have sympathy for those who were molested as children who turned around to do the same thing to other children.  At some point, somebody has to say "No."  We can make our own music, entertainment shows, and eventually, our own movie industry, thank you very much.  

The class war

I'm like a broken record, always repeating the part where I insist this is and always was a class war.  On the Democrat side, we have the salary class/Professional Managerial Class and its aspirants.  In other words, we have snobs, elites, spoiled suburbanites, Karens and former hippies who reneged on every working class value they purported to have.  A great, abominable hatred of the poor and working class has been fomented among these people, even among those who are still stuck in the working class but aspire to be "better".  This hatred recently crystallized in the form of bigotry towards the mostly white, mostly poor victims of Hurricane Helene.  Sadly, this was far from the only way it manifested its ugliness.  

Over my lifetime of 51 years, the Left and the Right managed to completely switch sides.  The Left was once the party of the working class, anti-war demonstrations, worker's rights, free speech, and incisive journalism.  The Right was the party of the comfortable oppressors, war hawks, and censorship.  It is truly odd to witness how much tables have turned.  Never did I think a middle-left reality TV star would ascend to POTUS... twice.  Never did I suspect that the idealistic, high-minded Democrat party of my youth would go so full-on fascist.  

The media of my misspent youth revealed a certain bias against simple, working class folk.  We saw it in The Beverly Hillbillies, Deliverance, and later in the People of Walmart.  All this time, snobs have been conditioned to peer down their educated noses at the common hordes who sweat out decisions between a grocery trip and paying to heat Mom's trailer.  I plan on discussing earned vs. unearned wealth again in a future essay.  The bias spills out of its flimsy confines when a Tik Tok hysteric points a finger while shouting "RACISM!".  Translation from the Bulls**tese: this behavior is a projection of the hysteric's own guilt.  What it is actually saying is this: "I marinate in my hatred of those who were exploited to put me in this position of privilege!"  It also says: "I cannot fathom my own guilt as an oppressor, so I will pretend my fellow humans in lower economic rungs are the guilty ones!"  Trump is one of the few elites who does not seem to share in this projected guilt and hatred of the lower class.  Trump's whole slogan, Make America Great Again, implies there was much to love about the common American to begin with.  Of course such a notion makes Trump likable and popular and therefore too much for snobs.  How dare he become more liked and popular than them!  How dare he not cede the contest!

The book club that changed my whole life... I'm sorry you missed it

My entire life has been transformed by a single book club.  I didn't even go to the book club in person because it happened online. In 2020, John Michael Greer ran a discussion of The Cosmic Doctrine by Dion Fortune.  The Cosmic Doctrine is an obscure book by 20th century British occultist Dion Fortune.  Most people do not know that Fortune mounted a magical campaign to defeat the Nazis during the hot years of WWII.  She never laid a hand on a single Nazi, nor did any of her group The Society of the Inner Light, and yet clearly the Nazis lost.  Fortune's anti-Nazi magic campaign was documented and preserved by the brilliant Gareth Knight in the Magical Battle of Britain. 

The Cosmic Doctrine was Fortune's own contribution to the trend of spirit dictation as embodied by Madame Blatavatsky's The Secret Doctrine and Aleister Crowley's The Book of the Law.  She "received" it from an entity in 1923-1924.  Like the other aforementioned books, The Cosmic Doctrine is especially difficult to understand at face value.  In his usual fashion, John Michael Greer took the concepts of the book down a notch so dummies like me could understand them.  To my credit, I already had a few years of daily discursive meditation under my belt which greatly enhanced my understanding of The Cosmic Doctrine.  

TL:DR is that Fortune and her group may have defeated Hitler and the Nazi regime by mentally building up the British egregore.  They did this via focused intention sessions, i.e. magic, and direct appeals to divine powers for help, i.e. prayer.  In Cosmic Doctrine, the source that Fortune allegedly dictates from insists that in order to overcome negative evil (that's another discursive can of worms for another essay) you must build positive force until the positive force can overwhelm negative evil.  Ironically, fighting negative evil only strengthens it by activating and emboldening its polarity.  Those leftists who felt the urge to punch a "Nazi", preferably in the form of a poor white male only strengthened the poor white males with their hatred.  This strengthening of the hated is exactly the dynamic in play when leftist screaming banshees went up against the entire lower middle class with hatred in their hearts.  The lower middle class hated them back, which only fueled the fire.  What cinched it for the lower middle class was strength building via the encouragement of American nationalism.  This feeling or spirit, if you will, became strong enough that no outside force could tear it down.

The Thrust Block: I know you are, but what am I?


Another crucial concept Fortune introduces in her book is the concept of the thrust block.  The thrust block is a form of weaponizing the enemy's polar force and using it as an energetic shield and stepping stone for your own unique purposes.  Long established is the fact the Right memes better than the Left.  Memes are typically classic thrust blocks.  They take a particular emotion and distill it into an easily digestible form, which in turn siphons the energy of negative evil and sends it back to the creator of the meme and his friends.  Trump's memes have a certain signature humor to them, whether in the form of a picture, video, or song.  Pepe the Frog is a good example.  Pepe symbolizes the Everyman navigating an absurd and confusing world.  He's relatable.  Every time the Left tried to clumsily assert its own power via images of bearded ladies and militant rainbow butch space army cadets, the opposition responded with a fusillade of savage mockery in the form of memes.  Of course these memes were deadly: the left cannot take a joke.  The result was the popular imagination remaining firmly in the camp that feels the rainbow terrorists are aberrations who should be laughed at.  We all know the agenda was to normalize extremes: tween sex change surgeries, anything goes classrooms, and biological men in changing rooms were supposed to be accepted by now.

The thrust block of a meme, usually created by pure instinct, lies in the exploitation of the secret shadow the enemy projects.  All of us, including Kimberly Steele a.k.a. Yours Truly, hate ourselves in some way.  The more out of touch we are with our own consciousness, the more likely we are to project our own self-hatred onto the Other.  The Other can be a person, a place, or a thing.  

The left's shadow, as I have mentioned, is its snobbery.  This self-hatred leaves the average leftist in an emotionally crippled state of hating nearly everyone and not being able to do much about it.  The other side won this time around by using the left's snobbery as a thrust block and more importantly building camaraderie among its own ranks.  

For my European friends suffering the likes of Herr Keir Starmer and Emanuel Macron, please pay attention to what I am about to say.  Memes are powerful magic, especially when they poke humor at the other side while building morale and the sense of common interest on your side.  While leftists were busy sticking fingers in the dam of censorship, Trump supporters danced to hilarious meme songs.  When leftists NPCs aped whatever Pfizer wanted them to say and do, the opposition went around them.  In 2021, I co-founded a group with an area mom called Speakeasy Illinois.  Speakeasy Illinois wasn't an activist group.  Instead, it was people telling other people where they could shop, attain medical treatment, relax, work, and go to school without masks and MRNA vaccines.  Every single country with a Keir Starmer or Emanuel Macron needs Speakeasy groups.  You have to know where your people are and support them economically and spiritually.  I believe the thriving network of Speakeasy establishments and businesses is why Illinois did not fall into the same communist disarray as its sister states, California and New York.  

When leftists screamed in the digital mirror and filmed it for TikTok, the other side turned it into a set of tasty metal riffs.  When leftists resorted to rioting, lawfare, and assassination attempts, the other side said the Pledge of Allegiance.  When leftists pushed their vile, DEI/DIE Disney filth, the other side made the critics more famous than the shows themselves.  When leftists paraded womanhood as a costume and minstrel show in the form of Dylan Mulvaney, the other side made competing beers great again and tanked Budweiser's profit margins, possibly for eternity.  

This, along with Elon Musk's hostile takeover of Twitter and a thousand other strategic wins, is what helped win the election.  The crux of the win though was that we loved America far more than the left could hate it or Trump.

If you are not an American living in America and you want to see similar changes in your own country, please get busy.  Don't waste a single second more imagining Starmer's head on a pike, as satisfying as that image may be.  Instead, fire up your meme cannons, find or create a Speakeasy network, and spend a tiny, miniscule five minutes putting real thought into what it is that makes your country great.  The energy generated from those specific actions and thoughts helps far more than you know.  Dion Fortune and her gang likely saved the Western world from speaking German in the darkest and most hopeless of times.  You've got far more to work with.  Hail Britannia!  
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I am writing this shortly before an election, so I can imagine that everyone and his aunt have been bombarded by an unrelenting deluge of propaganda for the last several months. Whenever I receive a political panhandling text (usually about 5-10 messages per day) I respond by saying my polytheist adaptation of the Pledge of Allegiance before deleting it and reporting it as spam.

As I frequently make mention, humans are biologically wired to fixate upon the negative and there are good evolutionary reasons why this is so. I spent a great deal of my first half-century on this planet focusing on negativity because it was easier and it seemed like the most logical thing to do. Negativity feels like survival because it is survival. We all need some negativity to survive: not only would a Unicorn Farts and Rainbows outlook not suit me personally, it would be a dishonest and disastrous way of navigating the world.

So please allow me to take this moment to briefly recognize some of America’s many negatives, for they are legion.

America is a corrupt nation in a rogue’s gallery of corrupt nations. Our overblown, megalomaniacal government is vampiric, our culture is in a state of acute sepsis, and much of our infrastructure is falling to the ground. Ineptitude, neglect, and straight up bad design ensure that most of these problems will stay with us until America is no more. Our societal order is a fragile house of cards. It is one or two cancelled supply chains away from utter chaos. Yakkity yak, blah de blah blah blah. You’ve likely heard this all before and in much greater detail and with greater erudition. I now offer my contrary, unpopular opinion about why I love America. The following constitutes a handful of the reasons I will probably never leave the Midwestern prairieland where I was born until the day I am but ashes and other people’s memories.

The Spirit of the Land

A few of my good friends.

To be born in a place is to be made of its elements. In 1973, my sansei birthmother traveled to Chicago in exile from her East Coast home. She hid in shame after falling pregnant in college and disgracing her family. She allegedly refused to look at me the day I was born. I have always felt the psychic weight of her blame. I was given up for adoption at seven days after being born, and the only reason it was delayed that long was because I was jaundiced and needed treatment. I was adopted by two Chicagoans, both white and from the South Side. I won the life lottery. I got the best parents anybody could have after being born to a 22 year old girl who saw me as a horror who ruined her life. I did not try to contact her or even find out her name until my 30s. When I finally did make the mistake of reaching out via a state appointed Confidential Intermediary, my birthmother had already given up on America and her family here for the greener pastures of southeast Asia with her third or fourth husband. I could understand the sentiment. As a young person who did not like driving a car, I often felt the intense desire to move to another country, specifically one that was more likely to have a walkable city such as Amsterdam. Unlike my only known living genetic forbear, I stayed and I am glad I did.

The spirit of the American land lives through me and I through it. “You can hear it in my accent when I talk” croons Sting in his tune Englishman in New York. This is true. My voice tends to combine nasal Chicago drawl, 1980s slang, and various intonations from midcentury musical theater films that both my parents and I grew up with. I know the trees here, I am familiar with the seasonal patterns, and I know perennials from annuals. I know what can only be started from root division and what can be sown from seed. When I go on my long, solitary walks through the local forest and prairie preserves of which we have a great wealth here due to a good Park District, it is always a communion with old and dear friends. When you live in a place long enough, assimilation is far deeper than simple physical uptake of local resources into bodily matter. The land is no longer separate from me as I perceived it growing up, back when I considered moving far away. I cannot run away because I am the prairie. I am also whatever the prairie has had to suffer: highways, strip malls, subdivisions, McMansions, and displacement. We shoulder these burdens together, the prairie and I. We know that like any given set of circumstances or bodies, they are only temporary.

The Spirit of the People

I love the American people. I am proud to be an American. America is a big place: expansive, gregarious, and Jupiterian. Largeness becomes largesse. Americans have space in which to roll around and be themselves. This is a place where you can practice an obscure, fringe religion — in my case American Revival Druidry — and be left alone to mind your own business. This air of independence permeates America and every thing and person in it, bringing with it a strange brew of jollity and pragmatism. American people are hilarious, or at least I find them to be hilarious. When French pickpockets attempted to steal from American tourists at the Paris 2024 Olympics, they were met with an array of pranks and instant karma. Several pickpockets got owned by exploding dummy wallets; supposedly there were severe injuries that required hospitalization. One long, tall Texan yeeted a French pickpocket down a flight of stairs, again landing the would-be thief in the hospital. American are not passive victims who sit idly by while bad things happen to them. This is why I was glad the term “patriot” came into vogue during the proto-Communist Covid-19 scourge. At first, the term implied Americanness but soon came to represent proud nationalism displayed for any given country. Communism is an astral pyramid that regularly yields the opposite of what it promises. Instead of ensuring prosperity and necessary wealth for the common folk, it enriches and empowers a tiny handful of supreme leaders via unearned wealth. In brief, under communism, the common folk starve and/or are thrown in gulags.

America was not as prone to the communist astral pyramid of Covid-19 hysteria because there were too many people already infected by the spirit of independence. Those people saw the ruse for what it was and called BS. Covidiotarianism did not achieve its final form in the US because too many were willing to construct and utilize underground freedom networks to go around the oppressors. Too many of us promoted freedom-loving businesses, churches, grocery stores, doctors offices, schools, theaters, and restaurants on the down low. Too many owners of too many places were happy to ignore the threats of commie enforcers and snitches. Too many of us, myself included, were willing to die upon the hill of remaining free of so-called MRNA vaccines. The result of these small decisions was a significant number of “mind your own business” alliances that made it impossible for Big Brother Mao to get significant traction, especially outside of leftist cities.

The average American is friendly, and I would argue Americans are friendlier to strangers than the denizens of any other nation. They are more likely to help a stranger and do good solely for the sake of doing good. Perhaps this is why it cuts so deep when hordes of illegal immigrants are dumped in our cities and towns. Americans naturally want to help our brothers and sisters, but when a Venezuelan gang takes over an apartment building or when 3000 Mauritanians move to a tiny town of 2500 and then refuse to pay taxes to boot, it abuses and perverts the natural American instinct to extend a helping hand.  Nevertheless, most Americans cannot help their own drive to help. We continue to hold out hope our government and elites will stop or at least slow down their efforts to hijack and murder our good graces.

American Creativity

The combination of a big, all-encompassing space and a tendency to promote a mind-your-own business attitude yields a predictable result: creativity. I am a strange, creative person. I have never done psychedelics and I stick to single glasses of wine all of once a week because the last thing I need is to be more creative. I have had to enforce boundaries upon my own creativity because my cup runneth over: I gave away all of my craft supplies because between writing, composing and arranging music, and teaching, I simply don’t have the time to make a pair of earrings or a plant hanger. I am grateful to have been born in America because my creativity is accepted and encouraged here. There are plenty of people I can talk to who also write independently, make and arrange music, and who own and operate self-made small businesses like I do. Creativity is normal here, and it is not the new normal. I suspect it has been like this since the time before Native Americans traversed the Alaskan land bridge.

Despite its copious faults, American pop culture experienced a golden age of creativity that lasted from 1930 - 2000 and spawned entire genres of art and fiction. American cinema was so powerful during that era, Hollywood has spent nearly 30 years rehashing and recycling every theme and story from those halcyon days. Hollywood lost its quintessential Americanness at the flip of the millennium, when it became excruciatingly clear that pleasing the ghoulish censors of communist China and making cheddar on brand names were far more important than originality or storytelling. In the vacuum left behind by Hollywood’s abdication of the story in favor of THE MESSAGE flooded a new wave of independent, small time creators. Now that Hollywood gatekeepers have finally begun to lose their stranglehold, who knows what art forms will emerge from the American lands and their spirits?

The Food

The reason why so many Americans are pudgy (present company included!) is because the food here is amazing. My own backyard is so fertile, I grow lettuce, peppers, and zucchini without remedying the soil. America is a large, fertile breadbasket. For now, even the Derp State/Blackrock interlopers have not been able to take that away. American food features astonishing variation as the innate result of many cultures landing in the same place. What is called a melting pot should actually be called a weird pantry. Nobody is forced to melt here. At this very moment, I can travel fewer than 30 miles in any direction and eat authentic cuisines from Burma, North India, South India, China, the Philippines, Thailand, Japan, various regions of Mexico, and specific European countries such as Greece, Ireland, Lithuania, Poland, Germany, or Italy. Authentic world cuisines are just the beginning — if I don’t mind a little improvisational cooking, I can obtain a staggering variety of burgers, pizza, appetizers, snacks, soups, and desserts. I have choices that would have turned Roman emperors green with envy. I am in a fortunate, somewhat self-made position when it comes to food and avoiding obesity: I have been a for-the-animals vegan since 2010 and I am not a woman of means. Spending $50 on a single meal and drinks even once a week is not an option for me if I want to afford groceries, transportation, and housing. Even with my severe limits, I still eat extremely well because, well… America.

As we pitch headlong into what could be another dark and troubled political/economic era, I would like to remind everyone to stop and smell the roses, even if there are precious few of them. America is great and beautiful. It is also horrible and awful. The same things are true of other homelands. Spirits of place are complicated, much like the humans who inhabit them. May you gain the courage to recognize and appreciate the good in your own homeland, and may it return the favor by recognizing and appreciating the good within you.
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The US is immersed in some interesting times at the moment... like other countries aren't? I hear they imprisoned a thirteen year old in Britain for being in a riot. It's like January 6 except for middle schoolers.

As I mentioned in my most recent essay, despite my own non-pacifist worldview, going full Unabomber makes no sense at this point. If we all decide to act like Hezbollah after a cocaine bender and strap bombs on our chest, it will only prove to the other side we were not worth the powder to blow us to heaven hell.

There is very little we can do, however, I believe little things matter. I believe cleaning my own toilet keeps me humble -- that is why I do it every night no matter how exhausted I am. Cleaning my toilet is my way of saying "thank you" to a piece of porcelain that makes my life infinitely better and more comfortable. I thank my car, my cats, my husband, and my mom. I thank my computers, my iPhone, my weedwhacker, and my stove. I thank trees and lakes. It is the thankful life. I believe gratitude is powerful magic.

Long ago, when it was 1981 and Ronald Reagan was just starting out as President, we elementary school kids had to say the Pledge of Allegiance to the American flag every school day morning. The Pledge is a short prayer originally composed by Captain George Thatcher Balch, a Union Army officer in the Civil War. Balch's poem was adapted by Francis Bellamy a year later for the 1892 World Columbian Exposition. Not long after, the Pledge of Allegiance was recited by schoolchildren all across America.

In order to say the Pledge of Allegiance, you stand near the American flag (or an image of the American flag) with your right hand over your heart and say:

I pledge allegiance to the Flag
Of the United States of America
And to the Republic for which it stands
One nation, under God, indivisible
With liberty and justice for all


And now the ask: I would like you to join me (in spirit) in saying the Pledge of Allegiance every morning starting Wednesday, September 11, 2024 for an entire year, so that means until Thursday, September 11, 2025. There is no "point" or agenda to saying the Pledge except to strengthen the better parts of the US's astral pyramid. You can say the Pledge if you're Republican, Democrat, or neither. You can say it if you're not American -- this isn't a pledge of your eternal soul after all; it's a statement of support for the unity of a nation under God with liberty and justice for all.

May my nation and yours heal from within.

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