Down a lonely path, on the off ramp of a lonely road stands an elderly woman. Frozen in place in front of an old steel gate that beckons her forth. Whispering her name. Taunting her to trudge up the garden path and knock on the front door. A haunted house lies in wait, its long shadow casting doubt on whether any of its rooms or inhabitants are hospitable. Silhouttes dart from window to window glaring at the forlone figure slowly making her way up the driveway. The front door opens right into the kitchen area beset with a dinner table. Faceless, nameless others sit around salivating over the prospect of a fresh meal. Their assumption that another soul has wandered into their trap. All lay in wait, jeering, toying with their meal before pouncing and ripping her to shreds. These creatures fail to realise that her flesh won't satisfy their voracious hunger. It will simply be the slow poison that kills them. Its been reared on truth and hope, poison to the very evil that has made the crooked house, on the crooked hill its very abode.
For the thought crime of believing that the 2020 election was stolen from President Trump and the American people, Rebecca Lavrenz is facing a trial by fire. One that will not easily be beaten back and one that licks her skin each passing moment and will undoubtedly leave permanent scars. While this trial is meant to break her down and dissuade others from ever questioning a fraudulent election it is in effect breaking down the halls of corruption in Washington. Crack after crack this building set on a foundation of lies will crumble. Sadly though, not without its victims. This is America's shame and its humiliation. An elderly woman who happened to have been a non-violent protestor at the Capitol on January 6th is forced to carry the weight of cowardice of American establishment politicians. Very few of whom, if any have spoken up against this travesty. Their silence helping indicte her for a non-crime and lending credibility to these sham January 6th trials.
A teary Rebecca is facing the prospect of several months in jail. The vindictive hounds at the justice department gleefully nipping at her ankles. For the moment, it seems that she trudges forth alone. Sacrificed to Washington's swamp by failed American leadership. In reality, though it may not seem like it, she is more than a sacrifice. She is a torch bearer. To her this may have been a steeplechase but to the rest of us onlookers this has always been a relay run. She's simply passing on the baton to the next runner. Here's to hoping that many more will pick up her flaming torch and illuminate the evil for all to see, driving its tendrils back from whence it came.
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Picture credits: Pinterest; Rebecca Lavrenz.
