Thank you, Joy. I had to watch it in several spurts. Couldn't manage it at once.

Remembering the people now gone that I shared it with. Remembering how jubilant and thankful and hopeful we felt...after 18 months of dread.

Remembering how we watched that speech again, together, to restore our hearts in times of abyssal chaos and lies.

Remembering the hell that we've been put through since that day.

Remembering what it did to us/them/others.

Remembering the ugliness foisted on everyone. The doom, death, and destruction. The demonic divisions, and the slander of this amazing man and his beautiful family. The insanity coached by bad actors. The destruction fomented by evil ones.

Remembering the hellpaths that this man has walked for us.

I remember the night in spring of 2020 that I awoke about 3 a.m. with the sudden, sick, horrible realization that he was going to win bigly...but wouldn't be allowed to take office. Don't know how I knew that. It was just there. Maybe it was from following Q, or something else. But it was never a conscious thought...till lit was. Then the trudge of watching it all come true. Then the trudge of what came after.

Part of me cannot imagine ever feeling hopeful and jubilant again. But we bow our heads, and ask for strength, and keep moving forward, and trying to wake others up. Keeping on. Because Donald John Trump kept keeping on.

Sometimes going through very dark hours and days, sometimes head down, eyes blurred, and muttering under our breath

we will never give in we will never give up we will never back down we will never surrender

And the Lord's Prayer.

And Psalm 23.

And the prayer to the warrior archangel.

I am so honored to be here with all of you.