The best one I have seen recently was recorded in March of this year.
The man claimed there would be an attempt on Trump’s life, damaging his ear.
During that time, Trump would truly commit to God with every fiber of his being.
All of Trump’s legal troubles would fall away.
He would win the election.
The country would suffer a horrible depression. Trump, and a group of believers, would pray for God’s divine assistance and lead the country out of it.
There would be a spiritual renewal in the country.
I was at ground zero in Texas when the first round of COVID hit.
My January 2020 chest xray showed clean, clear lungs.
My April 2020 xray showed cracked glass lungs.
For most Americans, COVID was no big deal. For some of us, it was a nightmare.
And don’t presume I was some out of shape slob with pre-existing conditions or co-morbidities. Just 6 months prior, my husband and I spent 2 weeks trekking across Italy. I am 5’8, weighed 130 lbs., and was a successful working wife and mother who easily took care of a demanding job, a large house, 3 teenagers, pets, and my husband.
Now I get exhausted folding laundry, am restricted from driving, and am forced to mask up in public because every time I’m exposed, it wreaks havoc: massive lung infections, additional scarring, shuts down my digestive system, causes life-threatening novel seizures that turn off my autonomic functions, including breathing.
I am a long hauler. Thankfully, I’m still working. My job set me up remotely and gives me unlimited time off.
Never vaxxed. Wasn’t putting that poison in my system. COVID did enough, thank you very much.