Political Puppet Lockdown 2020

 From the Twitters (Thanks Jack (HEAVY SARCASM):

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Fear-Whore Big Gretch wHitler closes down Michigan. AGAIN.

I live in Michigan. We can't do three more weeks without the guaranteed outcome of No More China Virus. Small businesses are nearly dead, even with the injected stimulus monies. There have been continued shortages in the past few months.

Soon, our American flags, seeds for the garden, snow shovels, boots, shoes, and scarves will again be illegal. (They're not normally bunched together with the foodstuffs.) The Constitution guarantees basic rights of Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness.

There is none of that in these lockdowns. Ask Doctor Fauci about here mentality during the Spanish Flu Epidemic. Ask him how the Romans escaped plague situations. Ask him how 14th Century Europe escaped the Plague. Could it have been vaccines? Herd immunity?

I've tweeted multiple times about it. Michigan's Lost Years. 2020, you've gotten a feeling of what we lived through 2002-2010. They were hard times. They are hard times. They're here. Again. It's not worth it, to live or do business here. Take it elsewhere.

There is no FREEDOM here in either situation. All I can do is call it like it is. Like I see it. Friends, strangers, family; these give me some grief over this. Amish, you're talking out of your ass! Or, don't be such a liar! Or, you need to live in it before you talk about it!

First: Anatomically Impossible.

Second: I am NOT a liar.

Third: I have lived in EVERY TIMEFRAME that I've existed within. Unfortunately, that does consist of these Lost Years, Volumes One AND Two.

As long as we have these state (Big Gretch wHitler) and local (Mayor What Do Mayor's Do Schor), whoops, how did I forget Mister Cognitive Decline 2020 Hidin Joe Biden, National Rulers over health care (ObidenCare), we will NEVER come out of the GREAY CHINA VIRUS SCARE.

I mean, they stole an election, Joe; cancelled any lawsuits contesting the election, wHitler; done nothing, because by his own admission, doesn't know how to do his job, Schor. Two-thirds of that Triple Threat we've been living with since ~2018.

2009-10 were the last of the Lost Years. What brought us out was another political outsider, Kill Em With Kindness Rick Snyder. Much like Trump and the American People, Snyder had trust in Michiganders. Sure, we've got Flint's dirty water problem-

(Hint: If you live EAST of the MISSISSIPPI RIVER, YOUR TOWN has a dirty water problem.) Look to where the Flint water problems came from: Detroit. Why? Decades of Democratic Party Rule. Because we (the Democrats) have the telephones and pens and executive orders.

You could put at the end of the sentence: WITH GREAT LOVE AND APPRECIATION, OBIDEN (the OBIDENATON of DESOLATION). They wouldn't be wrong calling that a sick and twisted way in which they show their 'love.'

For some of us, the election was about whether or not we wanted to live or die. Democracies die kicking and screaming. The Lord willing, it will have been 250 years in 2026. Democracies have a lifespan of 250-300 years, if if the Democratic society becomes stagnated.

The Letter Man says Trust the Plan. I see the Plan breaking down. A Prophet, Kim Clement, prophecied general success for the Letter Man, and more with other variations of Letter Men and Women. All this, provided the LORD decided to tarry a while.

Where is the success in the breakdown lane? What constitutes success in such a place?

You could Vote #Amish in 2024. I'm running, again. Amish, that's CRAZY TALK again! Is it? Would you VOTE for me? Would you REMEMBER me? Or the PERSONALITY? Or the >\H/< behind my name?

https://twitter.com/i/status/1328142981770174467

Turn off the lights before you go home. Forever.

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I had a WEIRD COMBINATION of these last two gifs running through my head. An oddly UNIQUE time in which we have TWO Presidents Roaming the Earth. Reaching out to TOUCH (and maybe get a little sniff of) SOMEONE. My current DREAD LEVELS will pass with STRONG #HFPPA.

I'm sure my #RESIST LEVELS will INCREASE along the way. Pray for each other. Pray for the States. Pray for the Country. Pray for our leaders. Imagined and otherwise. They are ALL in NEED. ;)

The Transmigration of Paul Bunyan

In the logging camps, they called him a giant of a man. Lake Erie and Lake Ontario are his footprints left behind on the country. They called him a workhorse, digging out Lake Michigan as a water trough for his favorite ox. They lay him down in Lake Superior, ready and willing to tell his tall tales and make him a legend. Who is this man? Why Paul Bunyan, of course! But did you know that he was only four feet tall? Brainerd, Grand Rapids, Bangor, Bemidji, Oscoda; all these cities lovingly claimed Paul Bunyan as their own. But did you know that he was a transmigrant between the cities of East Lansing and Ann Arbor Michigan?

Paul had only been gone a year, but it felt like decades. He'd made an unplanned migration the previous fall, amidst much the same hoopla that had come in the previous years; the location changes, yes, but the hunk of wooden man never does. Confident, he stood there staring out at the masses, surveying all the emotion of the camps; some cheered and reached out to him, hoping to brush a fingertip against his slivery being; still some cried out at the loss of Paul Bunyan from their camp. Who else would help chop firewood to keep them warm during the dreadwinters?

Paul himself didn't think much of the move. Going from one camp to another, they all had the same feel: carousing, roughhousing, lewd activities, the occasional victory pyre in the middle of camp and half-moronic camp foremen to boot-- seaweed is not wood, nor do trees have feelings. He doesn't think much beyond those feels, simply moving about from camp to camp, one dreadwinter after another. One off-season after another. It was the long off-seasons that were killing him.

Sometimes he got more than enough to feed his Babe for the entire season! It was purely maddening; but yet, he stands there, fists planted firmly in his hips. Paul knows the power of the camps. He knows one day his time will come again. He will move.

That day had come on November 2nd 2013. Saturday.

The camps had come together as they usually had to play a game. Not any lumberjacks' games (that would have warmed Paul's heart), but a game of football. Certain lumberjacks stood there looking confused. Some took off work boot and sock, curling and uncurling their toes. Some still tried to join in the fray, practicing their kicking skills. Unofficially, it was a forfeit of the ages. Here they say kickers lack any sort of fortitude!

It was the Camp of the Spartans versus the Camp of the Wolverines for four quarters:

First Quarter:  SPARTANS control WOLVERINES.
Second Quarter: SPARTANS control WOLVERINES.
Halftime: REJOICE.
Third Quarter: SPARTANS control WOLVERINES.
Fourth Quarter: SPARTANS control WOLVERINES.
RESULT: Paul is coming home.

This, being a natural game, overseen by Paul Bunyan, must be put in a natural setting and action. A Spartan, even a Lumberjack, should control the animals, Wolverine or otherwise. Four quarters of reality had been played out. The opposing camp could barely scamper away, certainly they could not push forward for the sake of Paul Bunyan. He will move them, perhaps in a years time, perhaps a decade or two. Paul Bunyan moved too. Could he have cried sawdust tears of joy no doubt he would have! But his wooden nature, being hard like that of wood, stood in the way.

No matter the outcome, he did look forward to this year, as he has the previous 59. Fo Sho Bo, Pearly Perles, Carr Goes Vroom Vroom, Better Than Nick Saban. All Kings of the Field, they play their best for the very soul of Paul Bunyan. But in reality, it's not just for a piece of statuary every year, it is a Battle for Michigan. A battle for a little piece of the larger history that helped build this state with Lumber and Metal and Trucks to haul all of it.  A battle for each of us, the citizens of Michigan, whether it be Up North, in the U.P., Mackinac City, Jackson, Ironwood, New Buffalo or the Soo: We are Michigan. So too are we Paul Bunyan.

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