My December to Remember 3: Day Twenty-Four
News: Top Biden officials tried to conceal evidence of Chinese Spy Balloon gathering data at the end of January of this year.
“UFO” flies past Air Force One near LAX.
Prince Andrew said to be in a panic over his name appearing on Epstein flight logs.
Trump asks appeals court to toss DC 2020 election case against him.
Back on July 4th, 2020, a military flyover happened over New York City. My parents drove in for the event. It felt extra special that year, considering New York’s penchant for playing pandemic, though at that time I was far and away over that game. Either way, my parents were there just for the evening. We all walked over to Hudson River Park and I was pleased to find a whole slew of New Yorkers there, ready to look up like the rest of us. And when I did see, it was a magic moment indeed.
It was the first time my parents had really come into Manhattan since everything shut down. It was also the first time I saw my dad hold my mom’s hand as they walked. But we were all witness to it. A stealth fighter jet. B-52 Bombers. F-15’s and F-22’s. All a supreme display of our military might, on a day we so sorely needed the distraction. I got to listen to my dad’s stories about what the jets were used for, just enjoying the moment with my family. It was also the last time I felt like I was in a strong country. Like there was some legitimate competency running the show. And all I had to do was look up, even as we’re in a world where it seems they don’t want you to.
This world we’re currently in is an exhausting one. Exciting, yes, but overall, it is a slog to get through. There’s so much to talk about and not enough transparency on the real story. You even have governments actively working to keep the people in the dark on their national security. All of it just seems so phoned in and fake. It’s like there are some days I look to the sky and honestly feel like I’m trapped in a bubble. The sky gives off these strange Truman Show vibes where I feel trapped in some great dome, with something nefarious watching my every move. Some days, those real clouds are there. Other times, there are whisps that feel manufactured. Fake, just like what the political figureheads have to do in order to keep us distracted. It’s far easier to control those who willingly stick their heads in the clouds instead of finding a way back down to earth.
Still, things are happening above and below at all times. I’m just ready to see confidence when I look up again. My eyes are fixated up there all the time anyway. A day without choppers or contrails is a good day to me.
