The last twelve months has been something of a nightmare.

The great United States was crumbling at the hands of agents controlled by what could be considered the next evil empire. The sparks of hope were just that: sparks. I needed a hit of hopium daily to keep me going, to keep me from swallowing the black pill.

I kept wondering what kind of world would my son and daughter inherit from me?

Now, for the first time in almost a year, I haven't had to take a hit of hopium. I'm filled with the real deal, actual hope that our country can turn the corner on this dark chapter of history we are going through. Our leaders navigated an election that nobody could deny was rigged... and found a way to win.

It took twelve months, but I am going to go to bed and get some sleep knowing that tomorrow will be a brighter day.

To my brothers and sisters in Virginia: thank you. We'll see you in the morning.