So Elon and I take over Twitter today. If you haven’t been following the “and I” bit is tongue and cheek. I own ten shares. I think. My online “broker” (I guess – who knows these days what role anyone actually plays? I sent them a few hundred bucks and purchased my shares so…), anywho, Webull, my “broker” displayed a cryptic message last night (after I poked around) saying starting today Twitter shares would no longer be publicly traded. Okay I expected that, but back up a bit.

A couple of weeks ago, I received a letter from Webull about another stock I own. It’s a few shares of ADT and those were given to me as part my “sign-up bonus” from Webull. It’s one of those deals where they promise the moon and deliver a few grains of dust. The letter said there was an offer on the table for my shares. I diligently inquired only to find out that it would cost me $50 bucks to take up the offer. Well, gee, I don’t think my entire holding in that company is worth $50. So mu

Before I begin, “Piercing the Darkness” is also the title of a Christian novel by Frank Peretti. It is an excellent read that, along with his previous novel, “This Present Darkness” is written from a spiritual as well as a human perspective. Other than the title, today’s post has little in common with Mr. Peretti’s work other than being written from a Christian perspective.

Today’s topic might be summed up with yet another story, a riddle actually, whose author is unknown to me. While the basic premise is similar, I rather strayed somewhat. You be the judge.

It seems there was a man on his deathbed who had accumulated a great deal of wealth. He had been an honest and honorable man throughout his life. Now he was faced not only with his own passing, but the task of choosing a successor from among his three grown children. While he felt they were all worthy in their own way, he didn’t want to play favorites, nor did he wish to induce jealousy among them. After praying about

Lately I’ve been hunkered down while I take care of some things closer to home. I contacted my Congressman to follow up on my J6 Political Prisoner questions.

On the J6 issue: My next step is to contact Governor Younkin, et. al. to urge them to step up on behalf of the Virginia citizens who are being held by the federal government and whose civil rights are being violated.

The first problem I’m facing is finding out exactly who these citizens are. While American Gulag displays a ton of information, only the state where they are arrested is shown. I have yet to find where to determine what state these citizens are residents of.

Thus, I’ve only been able to identify three Virginia citizens currently being held. They are:

Thomas Robertson

Jonathan Gennaro Mellis

Geoffrey William Sills

Only Mr. Mellis is currently listed as being held in the DC gulag.

Now that’s a shocker, isn’t it? Anyone who has read more than ten of my posts is likely waiting for some sort of twist to take it all away. It’s not coming. I mean it. Your vote means nothing. No, I haven’t turned into a raving lunatic champing at the bit to wipe the slate clean and start from scratch. I’m still the same raving lunatic I’ve always been. It’s just that I had this thought that opened up a different perspective. Bear with me.

Once again I found myself at that pool of thoughts that reflects my past back at me. Okay, I got to thinking about my life – all right? Mostly I got to thinking about my journeys into the world of politics. On occasion I’ve attended caucuses, political events, and yes, even board meetings. I was part of the “Young Republicans” once, though I wasn’t all that young at the time. I even nominated a friend for office and ran for an office myself (Town Clerk). At the time I believed I could help shape things from the inside. Said illusions were sh

As with so many things, I made a much bigger deal of this than it turned out to be. The atmosphere of the event was very laid back and so was my conversation with my Congressman. This the first contact I had with him and I was rather impressed. He came across as a regular guy who happens to be a Congressman. We shared a likeminded view of the plight of the J6 political prisoners and, I think, of the issues we all face in general.

To be fair, though there was not a huge crowd there, in fact no crowd at all really, there were others who wanted to talk to him. As such, our conversation was not what I would call a “one on one”. I could tell he felt obligated to acknowledge and/or talk to others rather than ignore everyone else. The fact is, I’d do the same in his position. For all I know, the interruptions were a welcome relief from me, though I our exchange was anything but antagonistic and certainly not unpleasant from my perspective. At some point, I decided to give it up as this