Folks, this evening we sit on what I will call the eve of a perfect storm. As we fill our night with Netflix and Facebook, the world we once knew is dying.

Pre-covid. Pre-masks. Pre-lockdowns. Pre-2020.

A time when we could gather with friends and neighbors, strike up conversations with strangers in the supermarket, or heaven forbid, exchange a handshake.

Cancel culture has taken so much from the majority to make the minority feel safe, to pander and appease the self-oppressed. To give everyone their “safe space”.

While we watch the minutes tick until bedtime, the storm is brewing. Sometime during the night, Georgia will declare democratic winners in their Senate race, flipping the Senate to democratic control. Paired tomorrow with a confirmation of a president elect Joe Biden, this will yield all government power to the Democrats, a group led by a man that sold out his country to enrich his family.

Twenty plus years ago I remember conservatives conversing on how China would one day control the US. That day is near. Very near. We have already accepted their masks, their virus, their lockdowns, and the control their government has over their people.

They have all but taken control over our once great country without ever firing a shot. Much like the elder conservatives predicted.

The American dream was founded and funded by small business. Which sector has reaped the wrath of 2020 more than any other? Small businesses are dying at unprecedented rates. Never to open again. Big corporations filling the void. Taking in the profits to be split with the government elites. A pay for play, if you will.

On this eve of the perfect storm, I pray for small business. I pray for the citizens of our once great country. And lastly, I pray that things don’t end the way they appear.