Even Islands can sink and burn then raise again... This isn't the future we wanted... Nor does it seem like the present will stand for much longer. Statues torn down, cities looted, and buildings burning. As we cover faces like the enslaved Muslim women and forced to isolate ourselves from one another. The wealth and the jobs Trump got back for us, seem like a wonderful distant dream. Hard to be Stoic in times like this for long... Even a man or woman who claims to be as strong as an Island must admit this: "Even an Island can sink from time to time in ruff waters only raise stronger after the rains of fire have stopped." We are battered, burn, bleeding and feel alone now as the useful idiots destroy what they will never have. Faith can weaken, but not for long. For what they have burned away can be restored better than it ever was. The wounds will heal, scars will fade, and blood can be shared to restore you. Our ancestors did... So shall we. Also, you never truly alone... even when your books are burning. Let our enemies spawn do their worst and after they have nothing left. Show them the fruits of the world we build together on the bones of our kin which in hold our long after the last of them die. A fruitful future kept just out of their reach and forever beyond their control. Let's build again after you fight hard to vote out The Cult of Woke and this time pay attention. For what is happening now will be reborn over and over again otherwise. Do not lose your vision and hope for the future in the smoke and rubble. For only you can: Build Yourself Today A Better Future. #politics #spirituality #futurism #hope #destiny