Make 2025 the Year When We Force the Last Covidians Out of The Tribe
It’s not politics any more; this is war. The Covidian nightmare dug a hole four years deep into our lives and our hearts. All of us lost something in the covid battle; too many lost everything. Power-junkies gripped our many innocents by the throat and strangled the joy out of lives we loved. Those who didn’t die were abused, beaten or ground down. Now tens of millions are living no dream, waddling in the ruins of what we had. Small towns that died, city-blocks of shuttered shops, boarded-up windows in cemetery-style rows. Children who never knew why their lips were sealed with plastic gags, or why adults hid their faces and split their families in fear. Pretending it never happened, pretending to forget. But we must never forget, and never forgive, Lets make 2025 the year when the Covidian poison is ripped out of our systems for good. We always counted our lives in anniversaries, years and seasons, chunks of time dictated by the orbit of a sun. Warm summers recalle...
