I Don’t Believe in Trump
The only authority over my life is Jesus Christ
I don’t believe in Trump.
I don’t believe in Biden.
I don’t believe in Harris.
I don’t believe in The Beatles.
I barely believe in me.
Yesterday, I saw a video that was posted by another Substacker,
. It was a compilation of clips of Donald Trump promoting his greatest achievement, the mRNA Covid-19 vaccine.Hearing him repeatedly touting the virtues of Operation Project Warpspeed brought me right back to the year 2022. It revitalized the strong sense of betrayal that I felt at that time.
I used to believe in Trump. When he said that he was going to save America, I perceived his rhetoric to be the answer. I excitedly watched his speeches and rallys, and I trusted that he meant every word that he said.
I laughed right along with him when he made up funny nicknames and posted mean tweets. I thought that he would build the wall, drain the swamp an make America great again.
However, by 2022, it was obvious that the vaccine was killing people. It was clear the Operation Project Warpspeed had failed (assuming that the goal of the operation had been to bring new life-saving technology to the world).
In 2022 I was the caregiver for my mom through her six months of turbo cancer. Her suffering was unimaginable. It was otherworldly. I have firsthand experience with the absolute evil that is the weapon referred to as the Covid-19 vaccine.
While my mom was dying, I was watching Trump speak to an adoring crowd. He said to his followers that he recommended that they take the wonderful medicine that he, personally, had brought to the world.
That was the moment that I stopped trusting him. That was when I realized that he was a politician and an actor, after all. It was then that I woke up. Suddenly, I understood that the people who stand on the stage are all a part of one big show.
I saw that politics was a production, with script writers, directors, characters, comedians and clowns.
They present us with the idea that there are good guys and bad guys. As it turns out, they are all the same guys.
We are now in the midst of another election season. I do not perceive what we are watching as a battle between Trump and Harris. I see the two of them as curated personalities whom we are being instructed to buy into. I am of the opinion that the battle that is raging is much bigger than the two of them. It is a battle between tyrants and slaves. It is us versus them.
It is a biblical war.
Some may ask, if not Trump, then who? For whom will you vote?
I will not vote for anyone. I don’t really think it matters. In 2020, we were shown that our votes were meaningless. I don’t see that anything has changed. Democracy died a long time ago, if it ever existed at all. The idea that voting gives us power is an illusion. It is a lie.
The winner of this election has already been decided. It will be the person who is best suited for the system. It will be the one who will most efficiently execute their plan. Or, the one who is least likely to stand in the way of their plan.
Recently, in an interview, Trump said that he lost the 2020 election “by a whisker.” He didn’t say it was stolen. He didn’t say it was rigged. He said that he lost. He said this while the people who were once willing to fight for him still sit in prison, forgotten by their country.
https://youtube.com/shorts/47cyhPq0OVI?si=j17mTNPU1Dc2C0ec
Forgotten by the man whom they followed.
In exactly the same way that he forgot about my mom, who was tortured to death because she believed in his vaccine.
Trump, with his rhetoric, has repeatedly denied the immense pain and suffering that his operation inflicted on humanity. He has denied the existence of the vaccine-injured, and of those murdered by mRNA.
How could I possibly trust him?
How could I trust any of them?
They are cogs in a wheel that is hell-bent on destroying us all. Literally hell-bent. The system, and every person who works for the system, is controlled by Satan himself.
The war that we are witnessing is much bigger than American politics.
It is a battle between good and evil.
So, what is the alternative?
The only alternative to idolizing a man is to idolize Jesus Christ. It is to trust that God has a plan that is beyond our understanding. It is to believe that events will unfold themselves as they are meant to be unfolded. It is to have faith that what is happening right now is happening for a reason.
I no longer view the system, or the individual members of the system, as having any authority over my life. I am responsible for my health, my actions, my thoughts and my opinions. I do what I can to live outside of the world of American politics, media, and culture.
I study and collect the edible and medicinal plants that were eaten and used by my ancestors. I save the seeds. I create my art. I write the truth as I see it. As of two weeks ago, I raise egg laying hens. I read the Bible. I pray.
Occasionally, I go out into the world and I interact with others. I approach these opportunities for human connection with an attitude of love - regardless of the political or ideological ideas of those with whom I communicate.
I have given control of my life over to Jesus Christ.
This is how I intend to live until the day that I die.
The battles that rage in the political arena can continue on, without my support. I no longer allow my emotions to be co-opted by political game-playing. It will not be I with whom they will have to contend while attempting to implement their evil plan - it will be God.
I am happy to leave it all in the hands of God.
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I am not a doctor, a scientist or an investigative journalist.
I am a daughter, a mom, an artist and a storyteller.
I have a story to tell about turbo cancer.
I have a story about our failed medical system
I will tell it to anyone who will listen.
On June 12, 2022, after four Pfizer injections, my very healthy mom was suddenly diagnosed with stage-IV pancreatic cancer in her left inguinal groin lymph node, B-cell lymphoma, and melanoma. Her immune system had failed completely. The fast-growing tumors spread to her bones, breaking them from the inside. She lived, suffering, until December 13.
I was her full-time caregiver.
Beginning June 11, 2023, day by day, using memories, photos, text conversations, medical records, my journal, and my mom’s journal, I chronicled the story of her disease on Facebook. I told about the progression of her illness, the failed medical response, her unimaginable pain, her experience, my experience, and how her spirit refused to be broken.
My mom represents millions of people who were deceived, intimidated or forced into receiving an injection. Her story is all of our story.
On This Day, Last Year - Six Months of Turbo Cancer
Turbo Cancer: The Beginning - June 11, 2022
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I also won’t waste my time voting. It’s a total charade and I don’t want any part of it. My hope is with Jesus.
I’m sorry you had to go through what you did with your mom. I went through something similar with mine. Usually it takes a life altering ordeal to open people’s eyes to the world around them. At least you are aware now and trusting in the right source. People want so badly to believe that a man or woman will save them and their country. Your vote has never mattered. This really is a battle between good and evil. Trusting in the Lord and listening to his voice is all you can do.