I tuck my kids in bed every night and say prayers with them knowing that each time we do it might be the last peaceful evening we ever share.
Amen. Raising a daughter in a world on the edge of societal break down fills me with existential dread.
I know our souls are iin God’s hands, but our assess are still stuck here in the meantime.
I'm raising my boys to be there for her. They'll be red pilled, know martial arts, know guns, do archery, fish and most importantly, read.
Neo-paganism is kikery.
Odd. I get sad in those situations, thinking on my cowardice and inaction, and the Weimerica they will be left in.
I prefer peace. But if trouble must come, let it come in my time, so that my children can live in peace.
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