January 5th, 6th, and Beyond: Skipping to the End of the Story


Annie Peterson | Civil Patriot

When I was a kid I used to love to read mysteries. Bobbsey Twins. Nancy Drew. Hardy Boys. Trixie Belden. You name it, I read it. Back in those days I had an annoying habit: I would skip to the end of the book to check out the ending, then jump back to my current place in the story and pick right back up again. (I know! I know! Annoying habit, right?) 

Here’s the deal: If I didn’t like the ending of the story I’d quit the book right then and there. It simply wasn’t worth it to me. What was the point of hanging on for the ride knowing my soul would be crushed in the end?  Who had the time or the energy for that?

These days I have a different tactic: I never allow myself to skip to the ending. I force myself to go on reading, not knowing the ending of the story. Maybe it’s the wishful thinker in me: I want to hold out hope as long as I can. And I want to believe that the twists and turns in the story, no matter how painful, will lead me to an ending that will be a true happily ever after. In other words, it will be worth the pain in the end. I’ll be able to release a blissful sigh and say, “See? Even the hardest of stories can work out!”

That’s kind of how I feel about this journey with Donald Trump and the 2020 election cycle. Many times, I have wished I could skip to the end of the book, to make sure Trump walks away a victor. Then, there are other moments when I’m terrified to think the story won’t end the way I hope it will. So, I settle into the book—eating up page after page of news stories, presidential speeches, rallies, and so on—all in the hopes that my soul won’t be crushed. When those moments of pain come, I brace myself for what almost feels inevitable to me in faithless moments. But then I’m reminded of something that extends far beyond the year 2020 or even 2021, and it brings me hope once more. 

I’m a conservative. No, scratch that. I’m a staunch conservative. I’ve often said, “I’m so tight I squeak when I walk.” And that’s not going to change. If Trump stays in the Oval Office (Lord willing) I’ll be a conservative. And if (God forbid) he does not: I will never relent. I’ll never buy into the soulless, genderless, racist mess that is the Democrat party. I won’t sell my soul to follow after freebies—be it healthcare, government handouts, or college loans. I won’t give away one ounce of respect to a party that thrives on murdering babies, mandating how we live, and silencing our voices. I won’t contribute to the voices that burn down cities, dox conservative college students, and beat up politicians in the public square. I will never believe that all cops are intrinsically bad, that little children have a right to choose their own gender, or that Hunter Biden is just a spoiled rich kid who did nothing wrong. 

I will speak up (louder than ever) and I will become more convinced of what I believe and why I believe it. I won’t be bullied. I won’t go along with the crowd. And, if this story’s ending leads to a Biden White House, I’ll never—not for one moment—believe he won it fair and square. I’ll always believe that the media, Big Tech, the Democrat party, and multiple bad actors worked in tandem to pull off the heist of the century. And for the rest of my life I won’t let them forget that I know all of that.  

I won’t let you forget, either. Why? Because we still have children and grandchildren to protect. We still have values to live by. We still have plans for a bright and happy future for our friends and families. And we Americans have a God-given desire for freedom—true and lasting freedom that no one can take away, no matter how they attempt to lord their power over us.

So, as I tuck myself into bed tonight, I’ll go on believing the story will end well. Because, I know in my heart of hearts, it truly will. 



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