Needless to say this election cycle has been more than difficult.
I spent about two weeks watching Hallmark Channel and Poldark in attempt to escape the bad news.
Bill watched Poldark with me but, bless his heart, he decided that it was going to be a looooong Christmas movie season.
He attempted to discern the plot of one movie and I gave him a look that is now seared into his sub-conscience.
Doesn't he know that all Hallmark movies have the same plot? That's why they are perfect for not thinking.
He put on his big boy pants and dealt with it the best way he knows how. The sci-fi channel is now playing on the television upstairs.
I don't know about you but I was traumatized watching Star Trek as a child.
Five brothers and only one T.V. will do that to a girl.
Sci-fi show are scarier to me than events that have taken place in real life.
Back to my story.
Texas, my adopted homeland, plays mean tricks on me during the fall.
Every year I get some sort of stuffy nose and cough.
This year was no exception and the day of the election, I lost my voice.
My precious class mistook my whisper as an indication that I'd gone deaf. To compensate they began talking louder. After three hours, I was spent and my team sent me home for a nap.
With pins and needles, I checked the election returns around 6:15. Polls had been closed 15 minutes so they should be calling the election soon.
They had Clinton ahead in Florida with a scant 3% of the vote in. It was over. Hillary Clinton was out new president.
I turned the T.V. off.
Bill came home, we shared a late dinner and I debated Hallmark Channel, Hallmark Movies and Mysteries or the returns.
With trepidation, the returns won out.
Bill was being a channel hopper. (More of my looks are seared into his sub-conscience, by the way.) We were able to get a glimpse of what was happening on all channels.
The utter shock and disbelief of the media was something to behold.
After getting over the humor of it all, the magnitude by which the American people had be duped sunk in. The ramifications that the all "trusting", ever powerful media was deceived, manipulated or duplicitous was something to contemplate.
When I wasn't checking Facebook or Twitter, I ruminated over what just happened.
Were we living in some sort of George Orwellian dystopia?
The idea that the media may have tried to propagate a winner sent me to YouTube.
Cold medicine, YouTube and propaganda is not a good combination.
Just ask Bill. This past weekend was one by which he will be forever traumatized.
He spent the weekend reading C.S. Lewis to combat my growing gloom and doom.
Here is the thing, if you watch one video, there is a long list of others on the side bar.
There are some doozy theories floating around the w.w.w. which turned sideways is 333. 333 times 2 is 666.
We all know that isn't good.
Would you like a list of doomsday scenarios?
Walmart is code for Martial Law and the closed stores are going to be FEMA camps.
The government is tunneling underground. (I do hear strange things late at night.) Bill says it is fracking but what if fracking read backwards is something sinister?
Obama is still planning on stealing the election and therefore will have a third term. Hillary was Obama's third term. We all know that if Obama gets a third term he is the "you know who".
Trump means trumpet and the coming of Jesus but it could also mean trump card.
Planet X and its huge meteor belt is now in our orbit. It has thrown the weather all out of kilter. (I'm still wearing flip flops in November.) Obama knows that Planet X or Nibiru is headed this way and therefore we need all of the underground bunkers that I'm hearing being built.
After three days of cold medicine and YouTube, I've decided to become a prepper.
I'm just not very good at it.
I have one case of water, plenty of rice and about 10 cans of soup. It should last us the length of 10 Hallmark movies if the coming electrical grid failure brought about by the Russians doesn't happen.
The fog has lifted, my head is almost clear and I can once again be confident that no matter what the future holds, the God of the universe has it all under control. Bill is rejoicing. I'm rejoicing that he won't confiscate my laptop.
Have a blessed day!