And then the Democrats take the mid terms and all is forgiven.
I too grow weary of fighting. However, I then realize I will have to explain to someone way above my paygrade why I surrendered to evil. Then I have a cup of coffee, doing a little deep breathing in through the nose, out through the mouth. Crack the knuckles and start anew. Please don’t give up. The horse is out of the barn and the cocaine is all over the kids, but we can’t stop. Ever!