Nothing Has Been Right Since 2020

I have nothing to say tonight, except that I have not really felt right about anything since 2020. The evil machine that we all submitted to is certainly still up and running and trying to destroy everyone in the world, frankly, especially anyone who has a mind of their own or believes in freedom or trusts in God. It was the worst time in many of our lives. Every time I hear something about "the pandemic" I just about gag. Every time they talk about how it "changed our lives." I don't give it that much credit, I don't believe it deserves so much power. It was simply the way it was handled that "changed our lives." I can't trust doctors anymore, for one thing. Nothing has been normal since 2020. I think I went two or three years without a check-up, and I'm really upset because I let her know that my uncle died of colon cancer so she won't let me use Cologuard anymore. If you don't know what Cologuard is, look it up. I am at the point of looking for another doctor. I had one before her that I liked, but, of course, that was before 2020. And I particularly feel sick when I see or hear commercials for the so-called Covid Vaccine. Anything they had to actually change the definition of I will never trust as long as I live. I also will never get a flu shot. I got violently ill the last time I got one and I will never get another one. I take Juice Plus and exercise and I'll die when it's my time to die. And I'm going to bed because I'm fighting off sore throat, not a bad one, it's getting better. I just don't want to put any additional strain on it, staying up too late. By the way, I take 11 pills every day, and not a one of them is a prescription drug. They are all nutritional supplements, plus about six gummies. I don't plan on ever having to take a prescription drug of any description. Jesus is my healer, and that is the end of the story. The only thing I wanted to add about Cynthia Ann Parker is that the book was filled with descriptions of various massacres, and I did not read them. I'm reading a little book about a trip by Laura Inglalls Wilder called On the Way Home about a trip from South Dakota to Mansfield, Missouri, in 1894. It even has a picture of Topeka back then. Pretty cool. I have ordered a historical fiction book about Cynthia Ann and another one about her son, Quanah Parker, the last chief of the Cherokees. I really went overboard on the Danish butter cookies tonight. That is what happens when I stay away from them for about a week. Goodnight. You are loved.