About Me
One July morning, in the late 60s, this little fire cracker burst onto the scene. I grew up in Central Texas and Central Arkansas in a traditional home with my mom, dad, and brother.
Although my parents weren't really involved in politics beyond voting, I have vivid memories of helping canvass for signatures to get a candidate on the ballot for the 1972 presidential election. They were very involved in that campaign to the point that our family attended the party convention.
Our candidate did not win. Except for anti-Richard Nixon things I heard and saw, I grew up politically unaware. The most exposure I had to politics was in school. I watched the inauguration of Jimmy Carter with the rest of the school, and then, years later, my grade 8 US Government class held a mock campaign and election during the Carter/Reagan presidential race. Neither of these events held any interest for me, beyond intentionally grinding my teacher's gears in grade 8, as I supported his candidate's opponent.
I voted in every election, but I wasn't engaged. I just looked at the menu and made my selection of "the lesser of the evils," according to discussions I had with my dad. Letting his opinion be my guide wasn't as good as doing my own research and coming to my own conclusions, but it was better than my grandma's method: she voted for the candidate with the nicest smile.
I remained oblivious to the political landscape until Ross Perot came on the scene. Maybe it was because I was older and had become a parent and was more future-focused. Maybe it was because my dad was more vocal about this candidate than in years past, and I wanted to connect with him. Whatever the reason, I paid more attention and got involved. While I don't recall exactly what I did, I distinctly remember doing it with an infant and toddler in tow. After Perot's loss, I lost interest again.
In the mid-90's, I moved to Canada. Having lived a good bit of my life in Arkansas, I had a different view of the Clinton's than a lot of the rest of the country, and my US political involvement was limited to expressing my opinion of them when the opportunity presented. As a non-citizen in Canada, I couldn't vote, so I didn't pay attention to politics there, either. Time passed.
Many years later, Donald Trump began his run for President. This stunt captured my attention. He dared to say what so many of us think, and he didn't spout typical politician word-butter. I was intrigued, so I listened to and watched as much as I could. I was tickled when he won the nomination and over the moon when he won the presidency.
I became a Canadian citizen in approximately 2016, and then I began to pay attention to Canadian politics. The differences between the two countries was interesting, and I was disheartened to see how the political scene is just as dirty in Canada as it is in the USA.
I set my sights on running for office to hopefully make a difference, locally. I was thinking of pursuing a seat on city council, so I started exploring the political process.
I worked the polls for the federal election that put Justin Trudeau in the driver's seat. (With Dominion voting machines, but no one seems to have done the math on that, yet.) Shortly after Justin was announced to be Prime Minister, I saw a photo of him with George Soros. I knew right then that Canada was in trouble.
A couple of years later, I got involved in a provincial election to get some hands-on behind-the-scenes experience in campaigning. I also worked the polls for that election. (Using paper ballots, which were hand-counted at the end of the evening, with numerous accountability protocols in place at every stage of the entire process.)
I was involved in the community in other ways and felt I could make a decent run in the next city council election. Life had other plans.
A short time later, I began spending my life in both countries, as family matters became more important than political pursuits. Another federal election was held, and once again, Justin was declared Prime Minister (and once again, Dominion machines were used).
Then covid was introduced. Soon after, a document was leaked by someone at the federal level that showed the timeline of how things were going to unfold regarding restrictions, effects, and unfathomable outcomes for those who refused to comply.
Being a dual citizen, I had the luxury of choosing which country I wanted to live in. While the USA is enacting their own Agenda 2030 measures, at least they still have the 2nd amendment and patriots who are unwilling to give up their freedom. I felt the safest and wisest move for me would be to come back home. So, here I am.
Growing up, Dad always talked about the "communist indoctrination" that surrounded us, and how there was a handful of people behind the scenes that ran the whole world. He talked about the global bankers, Bilderberg Group, Rockefellers, Rothschilds, and how our world was becoming as George Orwell's books 1994 and Animal Farm. He warned of the poisoning of the population through fluoride, aluminum, and the chemicals and non-foods becoming part of our food supply, the coming non-stop surveillance, loss of freedoms, and intentional degeneration of society's morality. He emphasized the importance of being well-armed, self-sustaining, growing one's own food, and carefully vetting those who you allow in your inner circle. He resisted technological advances and refused to participate in things that invaded his privacy. He even refused to renew his driver's license when Arkansas began using social security numbers as the license number, driving without one until the state reversed that practice.
I thought he was a kook. Now, I'm the kook. And I mean that in the most endearing way. Add to this my spiritual perspective, and things get even more interesting.
Long story short, like the proverbial frog in the pot of water, we are just about cooked, as a country. Many of us are waking up, and we need to collectively take action before its too late. Our actions need to happen on more levels than just the physical/material level. And that is exactly what I plan to do.