I will vote for President Trump and his running mate to make America great again. I don't need to watch a bunch of nonsense posturing or listen to hand-wringing liberal broadcasters to know that this is still a possibility.
What concerns me is what I will do if he “loses,” when it is concluded that polls do not matter, debates do not matter, the fix is in, and "America" is just the skin worn by the face-ripping monster to infiltrate our ranks better. The last time around, a stolen election was enough to send me into tailspins of anxiety. This time, I know in my heart that I do not have any nervous system to spare on current world affairs.
I consider relocating to Idaho, facing the harsh winter with like-minded Christian souls, or taking years off to live in a beautiful country abroad. Both options have appeal. I don't have the wind to get into the trenches anymore, and I do not see how the younger generations, who could take on such unsung valor, would even want to.
Once in power for good, the Left will disband the Supreme Court, expand it and stack it with kangaroos, set up an AI Supreme Court, or create an entirely new monolithic wing of government dedicated to oversight and misinformation control and perhaps call it Minitrue.
They will use our soldiers to suppress our freedoms here at home under the XYC Act.
They will do what Kathleen Kennedy did to "Star Wars" to whatever rump state remains of America The Beautiful.
And that will be that.
But you know what? Your Grizzled Angelelno always has a card to play. I'd be a fool to tell you here, under the noses of the iron ghosts that read my mail. I am voting Trump, and I am going to Church. What happens thereafter, well, that’s the play. Do you read me, oh sinister web crawlers? Do you grok the secret of my Maya?