As an old man, I have begun to reflect on my life, wondering what I should have done, could have done, did do and did not do. I was and am still trying to understand “what, what was I thinking” and in that process I came across the Patriots Soapbox (PSB), #WeThePeople – Patriots’ Soapbox 24/7 News Network Q, Qanon.pub and The Plan
What the elite, the puppet masters, the swamp, or whatever you want to call them, have done to us, and for how long, I do not know. I can only speak from personal experience of how and what they have done, has affected me.
I was born in a small town in the foothills of the Allegheny Mountains. The town depended on coal, the Baltimore and Ohio railroad, (B&O), and Rockwell Manufacturing to survive. My dad and uncles owned a restaurant, and my mom was a college educated stay at home M\mom.
As a child I remember coming home from school to the smell of home-made bread and usually saw fresh pasta being hung out to dry in the kitchen. My mom always had a special treat for me when she baked bread and would always save a small portion of the dough that she would fry and serve to me with fresh butter and honey. We knew all our neighbors, in fact, almost everyone in town. We never locked our car or the house when we were at home. We had a “party” telephone line, and yes, even an outhouse. But no television and no cellphones.
I was poor, but didn’t know it. I was loved, but I did know that. My idea of a crisis was when I tried to tell my mom of all of things important to me and she didn’t listen. Instead she would just nod her head while she used the edge of her apron to wipe my face. Three of my friends lived up the street — Tom, Mouse and Red. My best friend Bo lived down the street. As children, we could run free, and run free we did. From downtown to the Van Tassel Farm, to the woods and back all without the worry parents face today. I went to the “high” Episcopal church on Sunday and was an altar boy for the 8 a.m. service. (Think Catholic Church, without the confession, thank God, or I would have been in big trouble, as Van Tassel had three daughters.)
At 11 years of age, I had a paper route (The Grit), stocked shelves at the restaurant and worked as a caddy carrying golf bags at the Country Club in order to earn my spending money. I did not get a participation trophy for participating in life, and my parents didn’t give me what I wanted because I felt I was entitled to it. Instead I was taught the old-fashioned way that if I wanted it, I had to go earn it. I was praised when I did good and spanked when deserved (and I had my fair share of those). These were my formative years, where my conservative right of center “roots” were planted in the rich bottom soil of the Alleghenys.
When I turned thirteen, my parents for economic reasons decided to relocate from the Allegheny Mountains to the San Francisco Bay Area. In my opinion It was here that “winter, like an intruder came” into my life in the form of the “cultural revolution.” For me it started with “Hail, Hail Rock and Roll” and the song was “Come Along and Be My Party Girl.” The pastor and church members were outraged. My parents and relatives were adamant that I not listen to it and although I thought things that I shouldn’t have thought, and said things that certainly went against my upbringing I was in puberty. The music was stimulating my hormones, and it began an internal struggle that lasted through high school.
After high school I spent four years in the Marine Corps as a non-commissioned officer during the Vietnam era. I was “locked and loaded” for the Cuban Crisis against Castro and Che, but we didn’t go. Then I was staged with the First Marine Brigade in Hawaii, where we joined the First Marine Division from Okinawa on Taiwan just prior to the Gulf of Tonkin incident in August 1964. Again, we didn’t have to go, so I returned with the Brigade to Hawaii and the Division returned to Okinawa. Because I was a “short timer” I was sent to San Francisco and was discharged. Returning home, I was met by my high school girlfriend who had started college in Texas and returned wearing another man’s engagement ring. (So much for making plans).
My life plans changed and I enrolled in college. I met and courted my wife and her pregnancy dictated that I leave school and find work. The Vietnam War had just begun, and I began working at the Naval Weapons Station as an ammunition storage specialist, a GS5 civil servant. Activists, the beginning of the “progressive movement” were daily picketing the base. Vietnam War protests With their vial jeers of “baby killers,” these activists, the Jane Fondas, the John McCains of the world went against everything I believed. That was on the outside. On the inside I learned about bureaucracies when I entered a war on waste (WOW) competition and developed a system of color coding for ammunition being processed and stored. I won the competition and was awarded $200.00 and promoted to GS6. Then I learned how bureaucracies work. First I had to give half of the money to my supervisor and split the rest with my coworkers. Then, to add insult to injury, my supervisor filed a union grievance to prevent my promotion, as management had skipped over to many senior employees to promote me me, and I was demoted.
In 1963 the atheists, left wing progressives and the ACLU took God out of the schools and in my opinion, God replied to this nation. The assassination of President Kennedy was the beginning of the end of my naivete, followed by the “free love” sexual immorality of the 60s, that contributed to the end of my marriage. (Alright, my wife was a 22-year-old RN who was having an affair with a married plastic surgeon and wanted no part of me or my son and left me at 22 as a single parent to raise my 2-year-old son.)
Then, came the 1973 passage of legalized abortion (which has killed more people than the Vietnam War) and the subsequent selling of baby parts. The abortion issue divided my family causing pain and turmoil, and it became one those issues we did discuss. My sister, a Christian and a Registered Nurse (RN), had seen and experienced too much of broken families and abused children. But in my opinion all to quickly she adhered to “it’s my body, it’s my choice.” I am a pro-life supporter who believes life begins at conception and believes that your right to choose ends with the presence of another life. I do not need my sisters or your agreement on that. If you happen to believe in pro-choice, as half of the nation does, that is between you and your Creator. Just don’t ask me to pay for it. Roe v Wade
Then the normalization of homosexuality, bi-sexual and transgenders, AIDS, same sex marriage and the upheaval that followed from all of that, which is remarkable given only 9% of the population is“gay.” LGBT demographics Do I think homosexuality is normal? No, if everyone were homosexual mankind would be extinct within a couple of generations. Do I think that homosexuality is immoral? Yes, as a Christian I look to the Bible for guidance, and it is critical of the practice. Do I hate or fear bi- or homosexual people? No, quite the opposite. Some of my best friends are homosexual. I love, respect and very much appreciate their contributions to my life. As I disagree with their lifestyles, it has put a strain on our relationships. I am saddened that we have become divided and that our relationships are no longer as close as they once were. I believe that their sexual preference is between them and their Creator but that was not enough. They have insisted that I fully embrace the lifestyle.
Then the Politically Correct Movement of the 1980s the Global Warming Movement of the 1990s, “oops” then the Global Cooling Movement, and “oops again” the Climate Change Movement, (“I wonder how Satan and the Globalists are going to finance the New World Order”), and yes, I do believe in Climate Change. It changes four times a year Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter. The socialist progressives including all the Democrat Presidential candidates see it as the largest problem facing our nation and that our world will end within the next decade. One inconvenient fact is that over 30,000 scientists think it’s a hoax Climate change a hoax and I agree with them. Then the Me-Too Movement, Toxic Masculinity and on, and on and it’s accelerating.
Then came the Clintons, the Bushes and Barry which is way too much to tell. President Eisenhower (I like Ike) warned us in the 50s about the Industrial Military Complex (Eisenhower’s farwell address) and might I suggest that it is the Industrial Military and Government Complex.
In 2018 my home and everything I owned was destroyed in the Camp Fire in Paradise California. Paradise Lost, But Faith Survives. The fire was caused by Pacific Gas and Electric (PG&E) and their faulty equipment. In conversations with firefighters, I was told that it was the hottest, fastest moving fire they had ever seen and there was no way to fight it. Could that be because of our government chem trail program of spraying aluminum and chemicals on the forest for years?
As a white conservative male who voted for President Trump, I have been labeled a white nationalist, a racist, a misogynist, a less educated person, a deplorable and those were the nice descriptive adjectives. The rest I can’t repeat. My Lord has instructed me to love my neighbor as myself, and Q has stressed that they want us divided. Together we are strong, but it’s hard to do sometimes. As a patriot I have been listed in a memo from the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) as a terrorist FBI memo. Then as a member of the National Rifle Association (NRA) the city of San Francisco has declared me to be a member of a terrorist organization. SF declares NRA Terrorist Organization. I was at the point where I didn’t know if I was a man, a woman, a terrorist, or what. I hesitated when I communicated with people in fear of offending them, so I withdrew into the isolated anonymity of the internet.
It was here at PSB that I was introduced to Q and was exposed to The Plan, and that woke me from my “slumber.” You have read about all of this. I have lived it and found out that we are at war, a war of good versus evil and that all of this was just the “tip of the iceberg”, a harbinger of what is and what is to come and it’s time to really be on the lookout. This is a cursory look at my life, my what was, and I invite you to look at your “what was,” knowing that you will be in a safe environment at PSB, then together as brothers and sisters, we can look at what is, and then, what is to come.