I dread tomorrow.

I have physical therapy and even though I’ve had it before, many times for many reasons, this time it’s my back, shoulders and neck. I think the word “torture” comes to mind.

Pain isn’t something we’re built to take in large quantities. But if I dread tomorrow, then I dread the day after even more. That’s when I’ll find out if I’m getting my disability check or not.

To the world out there, greetings. I say the following at the risk of my freedom and my life: we need your help. We are captives in our own house. Please ask your governments to put pressure on ours for the sake of our lives and yours. I believe that the revolutionary fascist forces are a threat to all of you, all over the world, and that none of you are safe from madmen with nuclear weapons and an agenda which begs for a worldwide pandemic.

Do not support the United States by traveling here, for tourism or business. You run a serious risk of being detained and worse.

Do not support this country by engaging in trade with it. Keep it to a minimum if trade can’t be avoided.

Millions of U.S. citizens are about to die. When that happens, you will be next. It will make Nazi Germany look timid when it does.

I wonder what good my PT will do tomorrow. I feel so overwhelmed. Pray for us if you can find it in your hearts. This is truly an apocalyptic time.

May God bless you.