It hit me like a rock and put me in a fetal position for three days slobbering all over myself. Wife kept trying to get me to eat a meal, but I was to upset. I was willing to eat some pudding, but the wife said, “How can you have any pudding if you don’t eat your meat?” I reminded her, “ How can you declassify if you don’t dot your I’s and cross your t’s?” The job is not done until the paperwork is done! The frustration I felt started a raging fire inside.
Had I paid attention to the first mean tweet I could have seen this coming. Instead, I was asleep at the wheel paying attention to trivial things of insignificance like sleeping with Chinese spies, the laptop, Hunter not paying the Big guy hopeful his dementia won’t notice, wondering what is going on with the investigation into who killed Epstein and what have we learned from Ghislaine Maxwell. Before the declassification fiasco I was concerned with the politicization of the FBI heads, packing the courts, Garlands attack on parents, CRT, 401’s, inflation, tax increases, women assigned positions because they were women, but nobody could explain what a woman was. I even wondered if the IRS would “again” be politicized to go after opposition when the Big guy wanted to recruit an army of 87,000 more government employees to do his will. Even the open borders distracted me from focusing on finishing the paperwork. Oh well, I did lose some weight from not eating, but I’ll bet that if I would have watched the January 6 insurrection production I wouldn’t have been so shocked.