Dear Patriots,

This isn't an article. Just another chat over coffee and overcooked cinnamon rolls between friends. Because that's what you've become. Not merely readers but friends.

Most other Conservative sites spend all their time railing against Fake Biden. That's good. Somebody's got to do it but that's just not for me. He's triply invalidated: not Joe Biden, not elected and  not validly inaugurated. So why should I lend him validity by giving him the time o' day!?!

No, I'd rather spend our valuable time together "discussing the things that are said to be" and keeping our eyes fixed on our true President, Donald J. Trump. Remember him? He's the guy the Loony Liberal Left would prefer we forgot ever existed as our President...or at all! (What Trump Tower??? I don't see any Trump Tower. LOL)

Today we're going to talk about the real world that red-pilling forces us to accept. And a very bitter pill it is and yet...and yet...I still believe that this world is what we make it. It's a choice.

About twenty-five years ago at a Family Reunion, my little cousin, Emily, was happily playing with her Polly Pocket when I heard her sigh deeply and say to herself, "Isn't this a lovely world?".

It was adorable and Emily was right. This world has the potential for being so lovely...if only the Human race would allow it to be.

As I type this, I'm gazing out my office window at an awakening oak tree. Okay, okay! I'll get over my sweet self. My "Office" consists of a lawn chair and a card table in our bedroom...but the oak tree is real! LOL

Presidents come, presidents go. The oak tree and its resident cheeky red squirrel (who emptied the birdfeeder in just two days) live happily on, blissfully unaware of governments or taxes or laws or licenses or vaccines or any of the nonsense we "smart" human beings dream up and then try to force on each other.

These man-made constructs are so ingrained in our psyche that we can live from cradle to grave never realizing they're not "real."

Y'know what I mean?

Society made them up as it went along. The fences and complexity are all of our own creation. If we can create them, then we can uncreate them too.

My grandparents never thought beyond the fences. Their woolly lives were ruled by, "THEY SAY..." but Grandpa and Grandma  never asked who said!

And for them, this was a lovely world because they were never red-pilled. In a way, I kinda envy them that. Before Michael red-pilled me (kickin' and screamin' all the way), this was a lovely world for me too.

Despite swallowing that bitter Red Pill, I still refuse to believe this world is completely given over to Satan. Nope. Not buying it. If evil ever were to actually get the upper hand, we'd know it. Society would sort-of explode, blood would run in the streets. Oh, we'd know it.

Good still has the upper hand. The majority of people worldwide go about their business, providing for their families, "doing unto others" and living as peacefully as they can.

The bad ones are few...but so loud and obnoxious they're all the MSM ever reports about. Why is that!?! If the news only reported Random Acts of Kindness, the bad people might give up in disgust. "Hmmmmph, what's a guy gotta do to get his name on the headlines!?! I guess I'll help little ol' ladies across the street!"

WEIRD QUESTION: Is it really a riot if it's carefully scheduled, only happens during warm weather and people are paid to behave badly??? Asking for the Nation!

Sure, we've all been shocked at the extent Satanism and all of its attendant devilry has quietly built massive networks, trafficked children (and adults), flooded the entertainment industry with its symbolism, openly sold adrenochrome...blah, blah, blah. I won't give it credence by talking too much about it.

For most of us, the ultimate Red Pill is when we learned that 8 million children go missing worldwide each year...but so few appear on milk cartons. Then we learned about vast adrenochrome farms where children are tortured and killed to produce the drug Johnny Depp talked openly about twenty-three years ago in the truly horrible movie Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (which also included pedophilia btw).

No, I'm wrong. That's not the ultimate Red Pill after all.

The ultimate Red Pill would be if millions of children, long disappeared and presumed dead, were returned to their grieving, horrified parents and told the truth of the devilry they underwent. That would wake up society like nothing else.

But you still have to seek out evil, if you want it. It's a choice and Donald Trump's overwhelming win in November shows that Americans are good people. They carry America in their hearts. They know good from evil and generally choose the good.

Life is what you make it. I mean, not entirely. But a lot of the problems in this cockeyed world wouldn't happen if we took "Silent Cal" Coolidge's advice: "Four-fifths of all our troubles would disappear, if we would only sit down and keep still."

I've tried it. It works.

FUNNY STORY: At a State Dinner, the lady seated next to President Coolidge said, "Mr. President, I have a bet I can get you to say more than three words!" Silent Cal famously replied, "You lose."

But I digress.

Your world is 64.38975662158955% what you make it. We may be red pilled about what's really been going on in the Underworld but that's not our world. That's not our timeline. It's a choice and we choose to leave that miserable hinterland to the HRCs and her  ilk. It obviously doesn't make them happy but with no God and no hope of Heaven, I guess their only choice is to go for all the gusto here. What a shame! They chose the wrong gusto!

We choose the world of goodness, of happiness, of simplicity. You don't have to be rich nor powerful for this to be the "lovely world" of my Cousin Emily. In fact, the happiest people keep it simple and do what they love, like the philosophy in Frank Capra's movie You Can't Take It With You which has guided my entire life.

And even if the worst comes to the worst, as the Amish say, "They can only kill you once." And that's where their power ends.

They think they've triumphed when you're reduced to a corpse??? Pffft. They've only done us a favor by releasing us from this hellhole they're trying futilely to turn this Lovely World into and ushered us into a Glory they'll never enjoy. Nanny-nanny-boo-boo.

That reminds me of a poem. The famous poem about cancer by Dr. Robert L. Lynn that I first saw propped casually on the countertop in my dad's chemotherapy room back in 2002. If I may rephrase it...