2/28/2026
I look out to the south at Puget Sound this morning, and I
see a point of land with some trees on it.
I imagine them to be the spires of some dastardly warship. I imagine the hostile armada sailing into our
Sound with guns. My mind sees them passing
our peaceful windows and our windows and home blown to ruin for
retribution. Wanton destruction
with no meaning to compensate for other destruction with no meaning on the
other side of the globe. I wonder what
will happen to our country when our geography no longer protects us. The time is coming when the sufferings our
leaders have caused to so many people of other lands who struggled to live
under leaders they, for the most part, also had not consented to will come back
to us. They were made to suffer for the
sins of those leaders, as we will someday suffer for the sins of ours. Things are not good now, but what an even more terrible day that will be.
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