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The 60s movement had no real leaders.
At first it was just a bunch of naive and idealistic musicians, many of them not even 20 years old.
This vacuum allowed the loud-mouthed Marxists to step in like the "Chicago seven" and claim to be the leaders.
In my view, the entry of the Marxists was the beginning of the end of what started as a movement honoring freedom, creativity and youth. (There was also the problem with drugs; but, in my opinion, this was not fatal until cocaine took center stage. For most people, pot and acid were self-limiting.)
But it's very different now. We have an unquestioned leader in Donald Trump, who is not a child, but a very serious adult.
We are sober and responsible and spiritual ... and yet we boomers are the same people who were idealistic and freedom-loving and wanted to change the world.
We are the same people, but we are no longer children ... except children of God.
Right now, with the aid of Q and Q+ we are filtering through the FAKE LEADERS ... building a foundation that can last even beyond the Trump Presidency.
It's different this time. This time we'll get it right.
Absolutely agree that Trump’s Leadership vanquishes Any and All comers, who would dare to take over, steal or kill OUR message and Action. Those lines are Already well drawn. The Re-Election would Seal off that possibility.
Meanwhile, the Base is solid, but Growing it may well depend on some measure of visible activity, beyond quietly educating ourselves over coffee. I’m thinking in terms of our Local Republican Party action and influence. Every County/Parish R Party is gearing up, needing precinct volunteers and workers. Energy often creates more energy and the Trump Boomer
Base is fully informed to make an impact for VOTES.
Candace Owens is where R’s have needed to be, local college campuses and driving the black community, as well. Boomer Exit from the Democrat Party is a point for worthy challenge, as well. Outreach. We can do that.
Not sure what comfort Trump has to see, looking at us, but for the polling. How would I feel if I were he? Crickets. Poll to poll has to be my only measure of comfort. Yikes!