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Good morning everyone.

As always, thank you AB for putting up this thread so reliably. Thank you Bray for weekly wisdom and thank you yon commenters for helping to flesh out the political talk shows and hidden meanings.

A special shout out to Freeper Cbolt, hope I got that right, who provides the most detailed and informative commentary one could hope for on this thread.

Tomorrow, folks, is my day of freedom. I am not going to go into it all today but I promise a complete story next week. Tomorrow I shall cease to be a criminal, they will not hunt me down and steal my gun, they will not strip me of every constitutional right.

Ah yes it’s quite the story and many of you reading this likely already know the story especially if you are a Facebook friend of mine.

Tomorrow, folks, pray that I make it through tomorrow.

In February I shall be testifying before the Delaware legislature cause what this government did to me is a sin in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost. I have turned down Dr. Phil with my story but Dateline AND 20/20 have contacted me because, let me type this again, it was horrible what was done to me, who has never broken a law in her life, not even a parking ticket.

On Thanksgiving I discussed with son-in-law, who is also going to testify before the Delaware legislature with me, to include HIS lawyer, who agrees with the horror of what was done to me.

What a story folks but I had to wait a year and a half.

Tomorrow….pray for me. Tomorrow I shall be free.

So let’s talk about men.

I was at the Walmart looking for flea meds (part of my horror story where I was proclaimed and dubbed a criminal for trying to save a suffering dog, folks I am not making this up.) Some guy comes up to me and scares the living hell out of me.

“Pat?” he says and this gets my attention. “Pat Fish?”

Oh my goodness well it was a fellow who….well yeah, I’d consider him.

I’d interviewed him when my beloved husband was still alive. He was running for county council. I feel really bad, really, really bad, in that I called him kind of stupid in my interview.

He’s not stupid, he’s a very, very nice man, but I was full of myself at the time and thought that a really cool Blogger would insult that who she interviews.

Or something.

It was a dumb thing to do and not true. Orvin, that’s his name, is NOT stupid.

So we hugged and greeted like we all do in the pet department in Walmart. At some point he asked for my phone number because my husband is now deceased and he knows that.

Well Orvin has not called me, it’s been two weeks, but he does post to my Facebook posts, something he never did before.

Meanwhile I am pondering the universe.

It’s been three years since my husband died. My awful horrible daughter, may she burn in hell, moved about six months after his death to a house that I bought her that she destroyed.

But that’s all part of the story.

I ponder that hey, I am 66 years old. My chances of finding a new love at this point in my life are slim, to none. And Slim just left town.

But I sure could go to a dinner once in a while with a guy, some socializing….that kind of thing.

And I’m not against maybe one night a week…..well you know.

That’s it, that’s the story. Nothing major, romantic or dramatic.

Except tomorrow I get my life back and I am now able to consider being happy and moving on without the terror that has enveloped for the past year and a half.

Pray for me and watch the political talk shows with me.