Hope is not an empty illusion. You need to find Jesus mon ami, to start with at least. Secondly, history has shown that in your lifetime, the worst dictatorships just went poof.
We are all just players strutting and fretting our hour upon the stage mon ami.
If I die a martyr's death, or as that of a crusader (I was ready to take some of them with me when they came door to door to forcibly vax, but looks like that's not happening) then I get an eternal reward.
I worry about my children, and their children, but they were raised right. My eldest lead the anti-mask movement at his school and won.
The history of the world, for most of human history anyway, has been war, famine, tyranny, poverty, misery and invasions....with a few brief spells of good governance here or there. We're just (possibly) going back to our old track record of things.
You can't imagine what is happening to Hong Kong then.
Basically if you live there, prepare to understand the one and only truth:
Hope is nothing but an empty illusion.
Hope is not an empty illusion. You need to find Jesus mon ami, to start with at least. Secondly, history has shown that in your lifetime, the worst dictatorships just went poof.
Before they go poof you're already dead and if you are alive you won't be enjoying the aftermath.
I just don't want anyone to pay the highest price. You won't be able to afford it if you are aren't an adept hillbilly.
We are all just players strutting and fretting our hour upon the stage mon ami.
If I die a martyr's death, or as that of a crusader (I was ready to take some of them with me when they came door to door to forcibly vax, but looks like that's not happening) then I get an eternal reward.
I worry about my children, and their children, but they were raised right. My eldest lead the anti-mask movement at his school and won.
The history of the world, for most of human history anyway, has been war, famine, tyranny, poverty, misery and invasions....with a few brief spells of good governance here or there. We're just (possibly) going back to our old track record of things.