Yesterday, before sunrise, my oldest son, a major in the reserves, boarded a plane bound for Dallas, to prepare for a technical mission to Kuwait where he will be second in command. Hopefully, I’ll see him again at Thanksgiving time. I will miss him, but perhaps not as much as his wife and six-year old son will.
“Don’t worry, Mom,” he said, “I’ll probably be safer there than I would be here.”
Despite being stationed in a spot next door to Iran, I agree with him. We are, as of 12:00 pm EST in what will be a war zone. Perhaps there will not immediately be drone attacks or tanks rumbling down our street, but the war against democracy and decency is engaged.
Normally I don’t engage in hyperbole, but surely I am doing so now? No, I don’t think so. The executive orders signed on his first day were an attempt at shock and awe. It not assured that they will all be put in place, so no one should roll over and just accept them. Governor DeSantis is already using “the Gulf of America” is an announcement, but we don’t have to. Yet…the adversarial tone has been set, and Project 2025 has commenced. It’s scary, but it’s not inevitable. Take the battles one by one, look for your fellow resisters—they are close at hand.
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