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Saturday, August 17, 2024

What Keeps Me Up At Night!


I’ve been losing sleep, and my heart aches for our country. Never in my lifetime, nor in Grandma Thelma's, have we seen such division and hatred—especially among family, friends, and neighbors—simply for holding differing opinions. She longs for a time when respect was the norm, even when we disagreed. People helped one another in times of need, not just stood by, recording and sharing the worst moments on social media. Communities, churches, and neighbors looked after the homeless and those in need.

I believe we are witnessing a decay of conscience, integrity, and morality. What troubles me most is hearing people referred to as "Hitler" or "Nazi." This is horrific beyond words. Hitler and the Nazi party committed mass murder on an unimaginable scale, over 6 million Jewish people were killed.

To label anyone in this way is vile and hurtful, yet these insults are casually used under the guise of free speech. The media and political candidates use this language, and it's unconscionable to me. Bullying and name-calling have no place in our society or politics, but it’s becoming the norm and seeping into our personal lives and local government.

We seem to have lost the ability to think for ourselves. We’re told who to hate, and we follow like sheep, attacking anyone with a different opinion. This nastiness has even infiltrated our local elections—people resort to lies and personal attacks just to silence those they disagree with. I don’t have all the answers, but I fear for our country. Our freedoms and way of life are at stake. We’re a nation built on immigration, but the current situation is unsustainable, both morally and financially. This isn’t about party affiliation; it’s about the survival of our nation.

I’m disillusioned with both parties. My grandson has an interesting take on our two-party system, and he’s not wrong—it seems doomed to fail. The corruption we see today is a result of power-hungry politicians who no longer care about serving the people; they’re only interested in re-election.

What keeps me awake at night is the fear that our elections are no longer fair. The drive to win has led to cheating, and the idea that someone who thinks they're a citizen can vote legally is absurd. America was blessed because we were founded on religious freedom, but now that is under attack too. People chant anti-Israel sentiments and spew hatred, all while claiming it’s their right under free speech.

But my faith is stronger than ever, and I pray that God is watching over us. I pray that people will think for themselves and not just follow the one-sided narratives pushed by the media. In 2025, for better or worse we’ll find out where this country is headed.

A country divided cannot stand, but I believe in the goodness that still exists in the hearts of many. We must find a way to come together, to respect each other once more, and to rebuild the moral foundation that made America great. My hope and prayer are that we can rediscover our shared humanity before it’s too late.

 

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