Know how I know?
Yesterday, the balance of law and order was restored to our highest court in the land. Without force, without bloodshed, without sacrifice. Save for a few slandering statements and some mob intimidation. But what good has made it past heaven without that? History proves that God loves America, because history testifies to the rarity that is a nation narrowly saving itself from the brink, particularly from the comfort of our own homes. We have the wisdom of the Constitution partly to thank for that, like the best state of the art fire safety system ever invented. It simply doesn’t happen, folks. In fact, I’m willing to bet that we have somehow managed to store up good will with God over many decades to have this happen.
I’m very dialed in to the miracle that is “nothing happened.” It’s probably my favorite kind. No one got killed, no one yelled, she opted not to say that thing she could’ve said, he decided to stay home. Yesterday, they voted. And our highest court officially closed the floodgates on the potential for corruption that will last our nation the lifetimes of these judges. Now, all we have to pray against is the spirit of mysterious deaths, health crises and suicides. Expect the Dems to gasp desperate promises of impeachment to their dwindling loyal base, though it is all a show as usual. They know that spewing constant toxicity and their obsession with foiling the righteous can look like the steadfast determination of the underdog to some. If Trump gets another spot between now and 2020 (or let’s face it, 2024), the righteous should have that thing on lock. Let the wicked become more wicked, and the righteous more righteous. The constitution is only fit to govern a moral people.
Also, I’m obsessed with Q. And you should be too. The fireworks will be that much more impressive when you’ve been told ahead of time to expect them.
I’m having trouble believing the times we’ve found ourselves in the midst of. Will the beast really suffer a wound? Will we see justice come to evildoers en masse in our day? While we’re alive? In November (probably earlier), I’m going to go make my second favorite vote I’ve ever cast, possibly tied with my first. And then I’m going to enjoy, the fucking, SHOW.
I’ve gotten the unexpected privilege to feel my American-ness while I’m still alive, despite their best efforts to make it seem fruitless and arbitrary and archaic. In 2020 I predict many more will dust off their voter ID’s or register online for the same life experience. For the first time in my life as an American, and probably the last, I will be part of a generation that voted for a man, a leader, and not just a party.