The things that effect us growing up, only effect us as much as we let them. My childhood was not stolen. I was given purpose at a young age. Stand up and fight for what is right in my heart, or sit down and let the world spin around me. I chose to fight. There isn’t anything I love more than the idea of freedom. No matter the cost. I may not be in the military, but you can fight for freedom as a civilian. Your stepdaughter will hopefully come around, but along with freedom, you have to understand that her boyfriend has the right to believe what he does, even if his sources are msm. The other side, that is advocating against us, just wants to watch us burn. They want nothing more than to live in a world, where they are told what to do, what to believe, and how to feel. When we fight with them, they don’t care about being right, they just want to see us get angry with them. They aren’t politically active in the sense of making change, they are politically active in the sense of no matter what we say it’s wrong, and they enjoy watching us try to prove it, and they have the media on their side. Don’t give them the time of day. Don’t give him the time of day. You know what’s right in your heart. The more we fight, get angry, get frustrated, the more they feel justified. I have stopped arguing with these people, because they are not people of reason. They have no reason, no method to their madness, other than just not being republican, conservative, American, or patriotic. Just remember, only 3% of “America” at the time supported the revolution. Yet here we are.