Greetings from South Carolina.

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I have returned from the swamps. 2020 was a lost year. I completely lost track of time. It was not relevant.
I also lost most of my family and friends to Trumpitis. They were well on their way and I had already broken off with many but then Q appeared and the rest set up camp on the edge of their flat earth. It was as if I was suddenly surrounded by Klingons or Deatheaters or Orcs(choose your saga.) They shape-shifted into strangers. I still love them but I love who they were and I have fond memories. That is all that is left.
AND contrary to popular belief, I did try to talk to them. I spent time at the beginning working with methods recommended by those who work with cults. Nothing worked. I have come to believe that any change will have to come from inside out. They are impervious to anything from the outside. Without an epiphany, they are gone. I realize that changes do come from the inside but it is impossible to even get them to hold an iota of a different idea. Normally, people will take in some different ideas and mull them over. Not now.
It is tiring being part of major historic events.
Take care!
Grits