Fudge

 I have no talent for making fudge.  It is a talent.

The right combination of ingredients, heat, intensity and timing all play a part.

My Mom and brother and mother inlaw made great fudge.  I make sludge.

Anyway, that's not what I'm driving at.  Sorry to fudge -s-.

NB: Beware and be ready.  Collectivists and their masters who wish to be ours will stop at nothing to destroy the Republic.  Come what may, be ready for any eventuality.  Study the enemy.  Build on truth and Light.  Watch and act wisely.

Boy howdy, is that true!

So many attempts to destroy our commander in chief, so many failures.  This is the hail mary.

A number of factors mix together both electronic and manual, to make a pot of confusion.

Our enemies are hoping to bamboozle, to distance events, banking on what they perceive as short memory.  The collectivists always underestimate the greatness of Americans.  Like all criminals, they think we are basically like them.  They rely on a lowest common denominator.  

They repeatedly demand proof even when abundant.  Even presented, they demand more.  Very Alinskyan.

The solution is to be unrelenting, pattern the truth where it matters most.  Stay calm and do not rise to their bait.

I remember kids who fudged tests in school.  It ranged from sneaking looks at others, including some accomplices sharing answers, to having answers written and hidden.  Or swiping whole tests.  Plagiarism sometimes happened for term papers.

These people go on to have shallow lives.  They end up sometimes with lots of material but no substance.

What faces us now is clear.  The collectivists seek to muddy.  They end up with sludge.  

We battle with truth, no apologies, and hammer.  

When caught, fudgers lie and squirm.  We must put them in a vise.  

The delight of truth and Light exposes them.  Let them dwell in darkness.

We will prevail in Light.