Well, there was a small shift in the force. I could feel (even within myself) a certain gloom building.
The Wormtongue Alma from beyond the trees thought it would be a good idea to try to spread her foul seed here.
She sought to infect us with the disease rampant on FR. That of woe, calamity, and doom.
I, for one, ain't having it. We have fought too long and persevered too long to crumble when things look bleak.
We and people like us are the last rock standing. And we must keep our chins up and our eyes bright as we continue in the information war.
Future generations demand it.
The alternative is to hunker down and let things happen to us as the light of America slowly dies.
We Will Make America Great Again
