AIMLESS & MISGUIDED SNOWFLAKE WARS

The electrifying 2020 fireworks just keeps putting on displays.

I used to like fireworks.

I used to like rainbows.

I used to like snowflakes. I am a snowbaby.

But recently I read a post from an angry snowflake I used to know, that makes me cry for the little girl she used to be before she became society's child.

In the flesh I am stepping back from all that spiritual hostility coming at me; born of perversion and enacted with hatred. I have been pulled into her spiritual angst for 35 years – I’m tired of being pulled back into the fight with luring “I love you’s” that mean nothing but more pain coming down the turnpike. The I love you’s have become meaningless.

And I will never consider snowflakes a soothing thing of beauty again.

Just like the rainbow; the snowflake, has now become a political tool used in the hands of the unscrupulous obamanite lemmings to try to bludgeon those they oppose into submission.

I miss the girl she used to be.

I will always miss her.

But I will not fight with her disembodied identity anymore; I refuse to be 'triggered'.

I am stepping back from all that hostility coming from the dumbass sector of society.

I find it amusing … and ironically laughable … that the demoncrat mascot is a braying Ass – and the snowflakes are too stupidly snowblinded to comprehend.

I do not want endless looping self-indulgent angst aimed at me anymore.

From anyone.

I do not make place for it in my life anymore.

From anyone.

The demoncrat party is filled with a bunch of pussified pansies that don't know how to live without special political agendas to pamper their spoiled asses.

Rainbows and snowflakes used to be a thing of beauty.

Now they are just political icons for societal insanity.

My heart hurts.

But I cannot shed a single tear - With 2 declaratory posts, whatever there may have been to cry for ... has effectively been erased as though it never existed: e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g. I wrapped my entire life around for 44 years no longer exists: no husband - no family - no daughter … NONE OF THESE THINGS EXIST ANYMORE.

My husband’s physical body died December 14^th, 2018.

Our children have consistently torpedoed our family – openly declaring war and actively engaging in hostile decimation tactics in July and November of 2019.

Our daughter has finally erased her entire being 22 hours ago: from the time she was 9 years old, all I ever heard was how much she hated me & hated her Name: she has legally changed her Name. In November of 2019, she made clear that her father was included in that hatred aimed at me – she attacked the memory of a man who can’t defend himself in her rush to draw blood from her verbal attack on me. December 16^th, she informed me she intends to live an androgynous life (no surprise to me), and 22 hours ago – on FB – she boldly went on the attack, with 2 posts aimed directly at me; though my name was not mentioned, it was clear from the posts contexts, to whom they were intended. She keeps asking me, "Why do you hate me?" I have never hated my daughter ... but she has always hated herself. So much so, that she has consistently pushed me away from her and out of her life. And now, lost in some "magical fantasy", she had recreated herself: there is, literally nothing of her left that is recognizable as the genuine person I gave birth to 45 years ago.

She claims she likes storms - but I don't think she can handle the storm coming her way.

Bob was a storm watcher: Bob could handle the storms in his life; he married one ;-)

I am a storm when push comes to shove.

Sometimes, when life got too comfortable, Bob would poke the storm in me, just to get an reaction, saying with a twinkle in his eye and a broad smile, "Com'on Babe - lighten up. Come here ... you'r so damned cute when you're mad."

I am fairly confident Stacey will not be able to withstand the storm she unleashed. Bob laughed in the face of a storm ... Stacey whines and goes on the attack.

It has been reported in the scientific field that "a Category 6 Hurricane does not exist": I AM THAT CATEGORY 6 HURRICANE; and she unleashed me to clean house.

Bob was a storm watcher, and could ride a storm out; Stacey bit off more than she can chew.

And they are massive ... I can match any level of testosterone: or gender-bender hatred - and then some.

When Bob and I spoke our last words to each other those last 12 hours before he could no longer communicate verbally, and I assured him that I would rebuild a new life; I had no idea that my old life would go so spectacularly up in flames ... and that our children would be the ones setting the fires that would destroy it all.

THANK GOD I am stronger than what has been hurled at me by those who said they love me.

Now I know where I stand with them – I always known, actually: but now they have boldly put it out there; moving it from private family angst to shrill public heralding.

I refuse to fight with them; their inner demons are not my battle to engage with. They are nothing but a storm in a tea cup ...

My world has been shaken, but I will never be destroyed.

They have thrown the gantlets down.

I accept the challenge.

Bob taught me a lot – when he was a logger, there were times he was called out to fight a fire during fire season: I learned that the sometimes the only way to kill a raging fire is to fight fire with fire …

And I WILL take back what Hell thinks to claim.

People really should never test me.

C.O.U.N.T.O.N.I.T.

Hell has met its match ... My family – EVERY MEMBER – belongs to Elohim. Hell has met its match: it's now "game on"

Ephesians 6:12: “For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against power, against the rulers of the darkness of the world, against wickedness in high places.”

So.

To Whom it may concern (you should recognize the politically correct address) … because you have effectively booted me from your life, changed your name and now refuse your gender: while I did not {vote for Trump; therefore I am not ‘a Trumpster’} – I am glad he is our President, and is systematically undoing everything within his power to undo every illegal and perverse thing barak hussain obama forced on America and on The People. GO TRUMP! I am rising to the snide remark to {strap up your boot laces} and march into battle: and I am reasonably certain that the victory, already won, will be sustained. OORAH! And while I am a crack shot with firearms, I have left them behind in lieu of weapons so powerful and so accurate – victory is a cinch (Ephesians 6:1-18). There is no need to {grab the gun}. And the quip, {kiss the heterosexual spouse you pretend to enjoy} shows a lack of character on the part of the queer freakshow parade that parrots party line twaddle, but It doesn’t score a direct hit … sorry snowflake. I NEVER “pretend”; my life is always 100% REAL: I loved your father when I saw his face at 10 years old, I loved your father when I married him at 17, I loved your father for 44 years of a marriage that was 100% REAL, and I loved your father while I watched him dying: I love your father STILL with a TRUE love that is 100% REAL. I am sorry you feel the need to malign me and the relationship your father and I had in order to justify your weak cause to a political agenda going nowhere fast. I am sorry you are so miserable in your own life that you feel the need to spray your misery all over my life; but, I have survived stronger hatred – I will survive your hatred. And lastly, {white} is NOT A SKIN COLOR. Your pointless racist jab carries no pain at all. You say you want inner-peace and to live a peaceful life – IF that is true, then do yourself a favor: get off the Crazy Train, and step away from the Freak Show Parade. Practice what you preach: “If you can’t be kind … be quiet”.

Just sayin’.

I have been knocked down. But I am ALWAYS back on my feet before the count of 10. And when I get back up ... I come up fighting to win; I never go down again.

It seems surreal where my life has gone in 388 days since becoming a Widow.

But it is no surprise to me that I would be facing this.

It was no surprise to Bob that things would come to this.

It is no surprise no Elohim, Who, already had strategic players on the field.

And everything will be righted.

Because the victory has already been won; and I am on the Winner’s Team :-)