At least someone's willing to say it!

I'm glad to see that someone is finally waking up to what's really going on, wise enough to take off the blinders, and willing to say what needs to be said:

After advocating for COVID-19 vaccination for over a year, Ben Shapiro says he was deceived: "We were lied to by everyone"

If only he'd realized this a year ago (which many of us did realize early on, being distrustful of what we believe is crooked, high-level collusion between many powerful people that has resulted in an unscientific, Orwellian narrative on this whole thing that is destroying our society, economy, health, and freedoms), he could've been a strong advocate for personal choice, a wise voice of reason against the vaccine mandates ("illegal and wicked vaccine mandates," in my estimation - no one should be forced to inject themselves with something they don't want to, no one should lose their jobs because they won't inject themselves with a foreign, questionable substance).  But at least he's starting to see it now and willing to speak up.

Thank you, Ben.  May the light continue to overcome the darkness.  

Update: And another person is seeing it and willing to speak up: 

Is that weird?

Is it weird to mourn the death of folk music legend John Denver twenty-five years after his death?  To feel really sad that we lost him so early and for how his life ended?

In honor of John Denver, my favorite song from him:

Take Me Home, Country Roads

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Giggle Translate #18: Yes, I am a Christian, but ...

The original stuff I wrote somewhere else on my blogs:

Yes, I am a rock-solid Christian, but sometimes I just want to do bad things.  I want to say bad words and watch bad movies and listen to bad music and drink bad things and be all mean and cranky toward annoying people.

            

But what I usually end up doing is just watching my 80’s movies, listening to my 80’s music really loudly, drinking no more than an ounce-and-a-half of mildly-alcoholic hard cider (because I really don’t like alcohol ... honestly, I drink no more than one bottle of hard cider a year!), muttering bad words under my breath, and telling my husband all of the whip-smart, snarky things I wanted to tell others but didn’t think of till it was too late.