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It is my late father’s birthday. He would have been 94. I am one of the old fashioned people who love and loved my Dad . I have no hangups or need for therapy to cope with his behaviour or memory. In fact, I think my parents are and were pretty great people. They gave me life and a life that I cherish each and every day I spend here on this place called Planet Earth.

I went to see Redhead this morning – my Mum - as you readers will know. We looked at photos of my late Dad and cried and sobbed and talked about him. As we always do. Everyday and every week and every year since he passed from this world in to the other.

We talked about “ The Gathering “ that we had when he left us those few short years ago and could not help but say “ We could not have had our gathering today under the Wuflu restrictions. ” We are grateful that we could hug and cuddle and laugh and cry together as a group of people who loved one man: My Dad. Redhead’s husband of 65 years.

Yet this would be banned today and rioters are OK. 

No wonder so many of us are pissed off.

As people around the world go on the rampage to loot, kill and destroy property, I have to wonder what happened to the basic things like the love of a child for its mother and a love of a mother for her child?

I received an email this morning forwarded to me by Redhead that got me to thinking: have we sunk so low that we call horrible people “ animals “ yet the animal kingdom seems to have stayed true to the love that so many today have lost?

What an insult to our animal kingdom that the word we have chosen to describe those of us who are hateful and evil and cruel -  is " Animal ? " 

The email I received was all about a Koala Bear and it read:

Every morning I wake up and tentatively hit the links to my favourite News websites and find myself increasingly discouraged at the year that 2020 has become : a crescendo on the Battlefield that has become our Lives.

I click with trepidation and think to myself “ what the hell am I going to learn happened while I was sleeping?

And perhaps that is it in a nutshell. While we were sleeping in our comfortable lives and in our comfortable homes and comfortable communities, there has been a storm brewing and we ignored the tell tale signs – or, at the very least, tried to minimise the horror of that approaching storm.

All around the world, Green leaning Minority Groups bey for our blood and our Governments kow tow to their demands and look after their voices while telling us to remain silent.

Between the United Nations and our over zealous Governments, we appear to be protecting the Rights of the few over those of the many.

The world has gone mad and there is a coup in America to overthrow President Trump.  In  fact, it is a world wide coup and, like every coup, it is at its crescendo. 

It has been building up for years. Ever since President Trump was elected as The President of The United States of America. 

This is the Alamo and Trump and YOU - yes - YOU are the targets. And ME, yes ME.  All of us are the targets. 

WE are the targets. Nice, normal decent human beings. That my friends is the problem. Or the solution.

They tried Climate Change ....that didn't work. Russian Hoax... that didn't work.  Impeachment.. that didn't work. They tried a Virus... that didn't work. So now it's all in on Riots... their last chance at destroying us.

As I watch the footage of American cities on fire over something that the rioters have either lost sight of or never cared about in the first place, I feel fear for all of us.

If they win this battle, we are still in danger of losing the war.

These riots are a declaration of Civil War - not by the Law abiding Citizens but of the non Law abiding Citizens.

Call it anarchy, call it Bob... it doesn't matter. But call it for what it is: Civil War.

If America falls to this anarchy, then EVERY Democratic Nation on this planet will fall.