The Rain puddle

What life this puddle reflects, is it mine or am I just along for the ride?

Have all my steps been my own or have I allowed myself led, have I given over my life to the control of others without my consent, simply by my silence.

My acquiescence.

Can we truly say that all our decisions are our own?

At what point do you realize you have lost control over your own destiny, that your happiness, your livelihood, your life is in the hands of others.

That the decisions that they make, without any regard to you, will affect you profoundly.

And still we acquiesce.

How weak we’ve become, blindly accepting their continuing river of lies and deception.

How many freedoms do we have to lose before you realize you’ve been herded like sheep into their gas chambers of fascist control.

Slowly, with the media behind them at every turn pushing their narrative they erode our rights. Our freedoms. Getting people used to the same things that the Nazis used.

Vaccine passports, really? You can shove your passport with a twist of lime thank you.

Yet daily that’s all I hear, nothing about how that violates every principle of our constitution.

And still they squawk, the sky is falling the sky is falling. Shut the F.... up.

History is and has always been the greatest tool to avoid making the same mistakes. Yet here we are. You can put a dress on a pig but it’s still a pig.

People need to wake up.