Posted on 11/03/2020 6:53:29 AM PST by Kaslin
I have heard the horror stories of living through hurricanes. Hours of hurricane strength winds can reduce the bravest soul to despair. In the Great Lakes region, there are times of hurricane-strength winds, but the duration can be for days, not hours. If you have ever experienced the fury of one of these storms, it’s a memory you won’t forget. Huge waves slashing the coastlines, winds that seemingly never end, the howls rushing around your home like a pack of wolves gone mad.
Gordon Lightfoot wrote about these storms in “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.” It’s a haunting song, and strikingly beautiful.
Well, there is a real storm here right now, a gale force that is sweeping through America. The country is being pounded by wave after wave of chaos, negativity, noise, and confusion. Keeping sanity sometimes becomes the number-one goal in times like this. I know a couple that described three nights of being unable to sleep during one of these gales. On the fourth night, they moved to a back room, put a mattress on the floor, closed the doors, turned on a box fan, and prayed their power wouldn’t be shut down.
“Does anyone know where the love of God goes When the waves turn the minutes to hours?”
Such is the pressure most of us are under right now. Most of us want to find that room to put that mattress down. Many of us hearing the shrieking winds won’t sleep.
Here are some of the fears the left has promised us: Hillary has insisted there will be no concession if Joe loses.
(Excerpt) Read more at americanthinker.com ...
When you hear the hymn “Eternal Father” (we used to sing it in church as kids) it is not hard to imagine that desperation and despair.
I think of the Edmund Fitzgerald, when the crew, I imagine many of them probably huddled on the bridge, saw water come over the vessel and pour like a Niagara into the hold where the covers had given way...
That feeling of...we are going down. We are going into that water. And we won’t survive.
I can feel that in the pit of my stomach.
Hahahahaha I haven’t seen that in a few years! That was a good one!
RE: The elephant in the room with Biden’s porn filled laptop.
I give that post 5 STARS!
The elephant knows. My stupid neighbors believe in “shoot them in the leg, don’t shoot to kill.” Once they told me that I have not visited again. How can a human live 70+ years and stay so stupid. They had to work hard to empty their mind of rational thought. They are oxygen thieves. They sit all day in front of their TV. They roll their eyes at most of my comments. I am afraid they are going to vote 2 to 1 against my Trump vote.
God help us.
WWG1WGA
Garde la Foi, mes amis! Nous nous sommes les sauveurs de la République! Maintenant et Toujours!
(Keep the Faith, my friends! We are the saviors of the Republic! Now and Forever!)
LonePalm, le Républicain du verre cassé (The Broken Glass Republican)
Hope you’ll be able to write a sequel...”The Wreck of the Groping Hands Biden”!
Gordon Lightfoot has a great song there. What a haunted song...
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