I now know that it was like to live in Occupied France. I almost feel like forming some kind of resistance—passive at least—to counter the daily propaganda that berates us with lies and half-truths. The day may come when we will need to church services in our homes.
In occupied France, homes were taken from owners without compensation, & troops were forcefully billeted in private homes.
Now, we don't have much need for housing soldiers, but homeless pedophiles, thieves, ex-cons, illegals, & drunks need a place to stay, perhaps in your or my spare bedroom.
Resistance? Oh, I do too. But, resistance to what? The enemy is such an amorphous and insidiously pervasive blur.