I've resisted, I've defied. I've spoken to those who will listen.
At the risk of sounding presumptuous, my conscience is clear.
In the early days of Covid, I would tell the groups I was associated with what was really going on; of course, everyone gave me the condescending looks of a sad victim of conspiracy theories. Now that EVERYTHING I said has been borne out, not a single person has come forward to say, "Hey, you were right about xyz!" No. I understand people don't remember what you say; they only remember how you made them feel. So, it doesn't shock me that they still see me as a pathetic lunatic.
I'm old, I'll be dead soon in any case so I'm not expecting validation. I'll just go on with whatever's left of my life.
Nonetheless, my conscience is clear.
This is precisely my condition. I am 82 and losing the spirit of the stalwart warrior that has marked much of my life. There has been no fame or fortune but there was satisfaction That the Lord was protecting me. Now I feel I am coming to the end and seem to have lost the stones to continue the battle.
I do not know how or where to strike. Voices of dissent have been marginalized and dismissed as ravings of the incompetent. I have no strength left for this war. It is an ignominious life into which I have been driven.
One last hurrah. I want one last hurrah.
Thank you and You are not alone.