The Story of My Life

     I love sappy things, happy endings in movies, and books. I went to look for a song on youtube, not this song, but this song popped up. It is the sappiest of all songs, it made me cry, but in a good way.
     I believe in love and happy endings. Because the endings are only the beginnings when you open up your heart. I believe in that the most of all. When you open your heart up love pours out. The heart is made of love. To feel it in the deepest part of yourself is to feel the truth of life. I am going to quote a movie line. "Most important thing about love is that we choose to give it, and we choose to receive it. Making it the least random act in the entire universe."
     Open up your heart, love is waiting for you. 💕


                               

The Tale of An American Spy Story.

     First off I did not write this, but I am sharing it. I will post the link of where I got it at the end of this post. I just wanted to share it because it is fascinating and true. At this point in time in the United States of America a fiction writer could not even dream of the espionage going on, and it is not confined to the United States alone, although the United States is one of the main characters in this story. On with the story.....

REVELATION THREAD: How a small group of brave patriots saved democracy
This is the story of the FBI counterintelligence investigation, how it was protected and completed, and how it doomed Donald J. Trump.

      The story begins in May 2017 when Trump fired Comey and Andy McCabe became Acting FBI Director. McCabe knew Comey was fired to shut down the FBI’s counterintelligence investigation, so he took steps to protect that investigation. McCabe’s stroke of genius was to bifurcate the investigation of Trump into two pieces: a criminal investigation by Robert Mueller, and a counterintelligence investigation by the FBI.

     The *trick* though was that McCabe apparently didn’t tell anyone there were two investigations.

Everyone thought Mueller was conducting *both* a criminal and counterintelligence investigation, but he wasn’t. Mueller’s investigation was criminal only, and was a decoy for the FBI counterintelligence investigation.

      Trump spent two years attacking the Mueller investigation, not realizing that he was attacking the *wrong* investigation. Mueller waited to drop the bomb on Trump until the FBI was almost done. Then he submitted his Report and revealed the truth: he was a decoy all along.

      When Trump and Barr got the Mueller Report in March 2019, they realized they’d been fooled. They were focused on shutting down Mueller, but their real problem was the FBI counterintelligence investigation. By the time they figured it out, the FBI investigation was nearly complete.

      Barr tried to cover things up and launched a desperate attempt to frame the FBI counterintelligence investigation as lacking a predicate and being invalid. He flew around the world trying to prove it. But he failed to come up with anything other than lies.

When Mueller testified to Congress in July 2019, he made it clear that the FBI counterintelligence investigation was *ONGOING.*
     What he told us was Earth shattering, but we didn’t understand what he meant.

Not only was Mueller’s investigation not the only investigation: The Mueller Report wasn’t the only report. The FBI was secretly working with the Senate Intelligence Committee to help them publish a report on the FBI counterintelligence investigation.

      On April 21, 2020, Senate Intelligence released Volume 4 of its Russia report and dropped two huge bombs by: (1) concluding Russia was working to help Trump and (2) announcing that the fifth and final volume of their report would detail the FBI counterintelligence investigation.    

The big twist in this story is the revelation of its true hero: Richard Burr.

     Burr was Chairman of the Senate Intelligence Committee and he protected the FBI investigation and pushed it over the finish line, at great personal cost. Trump and Barr attacked Burr to try to shut him down. They figured out Burr had engaged in suspicious stock trades and tried to use it against him. They raided him and seized his phone to force him to step down as Chairman of the Senate Intelligence Committee.

      On May 14, 2020, Burr stepped down as Chairman of Senate Intelligence. But Trump and Barr were too late. Burr had already stuck the dagger in their backs before he stepped down: The Report was already finished!

      On May 15, 2020, the Senate Intelligence Committee announced that its report on the FBI’s counterintelligence investigation was complete and submitted it to ODNI for declassification.

Trump hurried to install a new DNI to try and keep the report from getting out. But Senate Intel had a plan to protect against that as well. You see, they prepared their own redacted version of the report, and Mark Warner stands ready to read it on the Senate floor.

      If you look closely at those two days, May 14 and May 15, you will see that’s when Trump became truly desperate. Over those two days, Trump announced “OBAMAGATE!!!” in a last, desperate attempt to attack and discredit the FBI counterintelligence investigation. It didn’t work.

When Trump realized “OBAMAGATE” was a dead end he made one last effort to gnaw off his own leg to escape the trap: He tried to stage a military coup to take over the entire county. Yep, that happened. But that plan too was foiled last night when the military rebuked Trump.

It’s all over now folks. The report is coming out and Trump will be exposed as a Russian asset. Trump is all out of options. His attempt at a forcible coup was thwarted. Trump is trapped like a rat.

 

     One more hero deserves to be mentioned by name in this thread: Christopher Wray. God bless you, Christopher Wray. You are a true hero and a patriot of the highest order.Plus Dan Coats. Total hero.
     Damn, you know what? American really is great after all.

    Also a huge shout out to our two strongest and most important institutions: the Intelligence Community and the Military. Trump tried his best to help Putin corrupt both the IC and the Military, but they proved resilient and able to insulate themselves from foreign influence.
https://threader.app/thread/1268535418137595905
    

A Good Job

     This.....just watch it. And know that during this time, whoever you are and wherever you live, you're doing a good job. Just know that you matter, because you do.

I LIke Who I Am

     I like who I am. I like my blue eyes because they are a part of my mother. She had blue eyes, too. I like my lips because they remind me of my Grammy. When I was little my Grammy would tell me, "Your lips look like a rosebud." I like my hair because it is like my Grampy's, thick and wavy. I like my chin because it is like my Dad's.
     Most of all I like the inside of me. It was formed by my parents. They role modeled ethics, kindness, generosity, love and grace. I watched my parents. My father who loved music, played his guitar every day. My mother would often sing with him as she cooked. I learned to love music.
    My parents were incredibly hard workers. We were not rich, but somehow my parents would find extra money to buy me books. They fueled my love for reading. When I was in 4th grade I won the spelling bee. My father folded my certificate and put it in his wallet. I remember seeing him take it out to show his friends. He was very proud of me.
     My mother let me go at cooking. I learned from trial and error, and it wasn't always pretty. I decided to bake my brother, Tommy, a birthday cake. I learned, one must never make a cake and open the oven door several times to check and see if it is done. That cake fell in the middle. But my mother never said a discouraging word to me about my failure to bake the perfect cake. I learned it was o.k. to fail because it taught me to get back up and try again.
    Through all the mess of life there is a joy inside of me that cannot be crushed. Beautiful things can come if we open up our hearts to life, even when it's not perfect. Part of me wants life to be perfect for everyone, but I know this one thing, if I keep my heart open to experience the love in this life, and to share it with others, that is about as perfect as it gets.
    I shall conclude with the chaos theory, a favorite quote from the movie of the same name.    "Ever hear of chaos theory, Ed? It's a science, tries to determine underlying patterns in chaotic systems. Weather, ocean currents, blood flow, that sort of thing. But it turns out that there are few things more chaotic than the beat of a human heart. Its beating up, slowing down. Pretty face, flight of stairs. It's always changing depending on what's happening out there. It's an erratic son of a bitch. But underneath all of that bump-da-bump mess, there is in fact a pattern, the truth, and it's love. Most important thing about love is that we choose to give it, and we choose to receive it. Making it the least random act in the entire universe."

Letting Go

          The other morning I woke up and lay in the dark, with my eyes closed, just thinking.
     Thinking about my doggie, Lexie. She was my dog from the moment I saw her, a beautiful German Shepherd. My heart was aching for a dog, after the loss of my beloved Jo. On a whim I called a number advertising puppies for sale. I was merely going to go look, as I did not have the cash right then to buy a dog. Turned out that I knew the people selling the puppies. So I went there. They escorted me out to their back yard,  Lexie ran straight to me, and jumped into my arms. Out of all the puppies she would not leave me alone. I knew she was my dog.
     I told them I did not have the cash to buy her at that moment, but I definitely wanted her. As I turned to leave she was placed in my arms and I was told, don't worry about the money. I, of course, did return and pay for her, it was the right thing to do.
     I had a large dog carrier I placed Lexie in,  I then proceeded to the store to buy a bag of dog food. Not one peep from her on our trip home. I talked to her and said, "What shall I name you? How about Lexie." She wagged her tail as if to say, "Lexie is my name."
     She pulled all the usual shenanigans a dog pulls. One day I had just baked a chicken. I placed it on the table and left the room. When I returned the chicken was gone. She had eaten the whole thing. I scolded her and she gave me the sheepish, I'm sorry, but I couldn't resist look. How could I remain upset about it, it was only a chicken.
     She would try to squeeze her body under my bureau so she could sleep near me. But at 5 months her body was too big to fit under that bureau so she was satisfied to sleep nearby, as close as she could.
     She was the best dog in the entire universe. I used to say to her, "Lexie is the best doggie girl."
     I got very sick and needed surgery. When I came home to recover she lay near my bed. She only left to eat and go to the bathroom, then she would come right back, and lay down near me.
     Last year she got sick. The vet said she had vestibular disease, a tendency to get infected ears. We began our trips to the vet regularly to monitor her ears and make sure infections did not develop. She began to lose weight, and was not able to walk as well anymore. Sometimes she fell. I knew I was putting off the inevitable.  The last visit to the vet I had to make the hardest decision of my life. I had to say goodbye to my girl. The vet left us alone for awhile. I lay down next to my Lexie and put my arms around her, and held her close to my heart. I told her she had been the best dog I had ever had, she truly was my best doggie girl. The tears filled my eyes and ran over. I held my girl when she drew her last breath.
     Even though the pain is hard to bear, I would never trade the time I had with my Lexie girl. I had 14 years of looking into her soft brown trusting eyes, and they were the best 14 years in my life.