HOPE

HOPE

Dear friends and fellow patriots, 
We are in the season of hope, so I decided that the topic of my speech today would be hope. 
 
The American flag is a symbol of hope. The red stripes remind me of all of our Patriots who served their country, many of whom have suffered, sacrificed, and died for their country. I’ve been honored to know just such a person, Timothy John Pinner, my late husband. Tim served in the Vietnam War, the Persian Gulf War, Iraq, and Afghanistan, and many other conflicts and wars. He was a two-time Purple Heart recipient. He earned a bronze star as well as several civilian service medals of honor. He worked for the Department of Defense his entire career, back when it was still called and operated as a Department of Defense.
 
During his time in Afghanistan, Tim was serving as a civilian overseas with the Army Corps of Engineers and the Department of Defense.  They were clearing an old minefield that was left behind by the French and Russians. They call it “explosive ordinance disposal.”  The army wanted the old mine field converted into an airstrip, and they were on tight deadlines. One of the mines blew up, and, although  Tim was wearing a helmet at that time, his brain hit the inside of his skull.  As a result, he received a traumatic brain injury (TBI).  It happened to many of our service men and women, especially during Iraq and Afghanistan.  You see, the brain does not feel pain, and at that time Tim didn’t know he was injured.  He walked around with that injury for a long time, completely unaware he had been injured.  If your brain hits your skull hard enough, you receive what is called a brain bruise, and your brain begins to die.  That is  what happened to Tim.  Even though he did not die at that exact moment of the injury, I still consider Tim and others like him casualties of war.
 
The white stripes on the flag remind me of the sterling white principles of our country for which Tim and other men and women have sacrificed their lives:  the Constitution of the United States of America, the Declaration of Independence, and the Bill of Rights.  They remind me of the innocent lives these brave men and women have sought to protect.   
 
The white stars on the flag represent each of the 50 states. Missouri is up there.  I love my home state of Missouri. I love our cedar trees that grow wild along the fence lines of all the farms.  They grow where they will.  Wild.  Free.  Untamed. I love the rocky bluffs as you drive down Highway 44 to Branson, through the rolling hills of our great state of Missouri. It’s just beautiful; and each of the 50 states has its own unique character and charm. 
 
The blue on the flag reminds me of all of the wonderful values our country holds dear:  valor, integrity, honor, duty, liberty, freedom, and justice.
 
When I look at this flag – Tim’s flag - I think of my countrymen, and I think of my country.  What I do not think of is the government.  You see, those two things are very different:  country and government.  And there is an old  saying: “Love your country.  Question your government.”  And so, it naturally follows that it is a  patriot’s duty to protect his country from his government. 
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I’ve been questioning the government a lot lately, and what I see is evil at all levels of government: federal, state, and local. I have personally observed such evil firsthand.
 
In 2022, I decided to run for political office. That year I won the Republican primary for County Executive.  I beat out a two-term representative. What happened next is unthinkable. I started receiving death threats from members of my own party. I was urged to withdraw my name from the ballot, or they were going to force me off the ticket by “whatever means possible.” You think that the post disgrace is a democrat rag, but members of my own party were all too familiar with it and had contacts there on speed dial, ready to feed whatever slander and libel suited them at that time. And they did, many times.  I had people showing up at my house uninvited, like a democrat senator who parked outside of my home waiting for me to return, leaving his calling card. I never did contact that person, because I was suspicious of anyone who would show up like a stalker, unannounced, and drop in on me at my own private home. I was given an ultimatum. If I kept going and won the general election, they were going to frame me by whatever means possible and drag me through a legal process to bankrupt me as a private citizen.  They mentioned several examples where this tactic had been used in the past. If I lost, they threatened to throw me under the bus and blame me for anything that the incumbent had done, just for having run against him and  despite the fact that they have not managed to get any of their people in that office for several decades. What happened next surprised me. They ran a democrat, and not just any democrat, but a democrat who had run against the same incumbent and lost in a prior election. And that was just the “friendly” side.  That told me that both parties would rather have an establishment puppetition in office than risk someone throwing back the covers on corrupt deeds enacted by both parties over the years. I caught wind of many of these schemes, games, and treacherous actions on the part of both “sides,” and it sickened me to the core. 
 
I prayed a lot during that time, asking God what he would have me to do.  What I was in was best described as a no-win situation. That is when I first became aware that what we really have in this country is a uniparty.  It keeps us divided, looking at each other and blaming our countrymen instead of looking collectively at where our attention really needs to be. 
 
That was my experience with the legislative and executive branch of government. So, let’s talk about the judicial branch. 
 
In 2022, I opened a case against my former employer in federal district court, one of the highest courts, just under the Court of Appeals and the Supreme Court. I opened the case because my former employer violated my certain, unalienable, sacred rights to my respiratory system, my lungs, my breathing, air, as designed an endowed by God, my Creator.  They tried to usurp my immune system, my RNA, my DNA, the very fabric of my life as designed and created and endowed by God. All of these are against my religion and strongly sincerely held religious belief; and, despite my filing five requests for religious accommodation and working remotely at that time, they still fired me. So, naturally, I tried to find an attorney.  But, you see, they are all part of the system too.  No attorney in this country, would represent a constitutional case.  Even the ones that operate on the premise that they represent our rights under the first amendment declined to take the case. All cowards, every single one of them. So again, I prayed to God:  “God, what would you have me to do?”  The answer came, and so I opened the case on my own.  I filed the case and represented myself as is my constitutional right to do.  I filed in federal district court. 
 
For four years I worked on that lawsuit. I woke up at 3:30 in the morning before putting in a full day of work to try to make ends meet.  
 
By whatever miracle of God and after fighting on my own against three full time attorneys and AI (which I did not know about at that time), the case somehow made it to trial. Finally, after four years, I could have my day in court!  But then the unthinkable happened again. One month before the trial, the judge pulled the rug out from under my feet. He changed the rules of the game.  At his sole discretion, he changed every procedure that had already been established. I ended up doing secretarial work when I should have been preparing.  So, in the most critical time period for the case, I found myself wasting time on things like renumbering all of my evidence. I also found out that judge had closed door meetings with the other party’s three attorneys behind my back.  He was meeting with them about my lawsuit without me there.  On the day of trial, he pulled three-quarters of my evidence off the table. He did this even though it had already been agreed to that I could use it.   Then he threatened to throw me in jail for telling the truth. With the jury only hearing a small fraction of the evidence, the jury decided in favor of the corporation and against my and their own certain, unalienable, sacred rights and the Constitution itself.
 
Having had these experiences with the government, I question the government at all levels of government because what I see is evil. I haven’t even talked about AI, data centers, digital ID, global surveillance, and biometric payments and where this is all headed.
 
The picture looks pretty bleak, but I said at the beginning, this is supposed to be a message of hope.  
 
So where is the Hope?
 
As I look at our options, I see this turning out one of two ways. There are, of course, many possibilities.  God works in mysterious ways, and at the end of the day, whatever happens is up to him.  But, in the extreme, we’re going to end up with one of two possible outcomes.  On the one hand awaits Revelation and Redemption. And at the end of that journey, we will meet the King of all kings. And so that is a glorious outcome and victory. God will triumph.  On the other end of the spectrum, there is the hope of Revival and a Renaissance. If you know anything about history, you know that Renaissance is a possibility.  It has happened many times in the past, and it can happen again. 
 
What determines our path?  That is up to us - We the People.
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They call us the silent majority.  I don’t like that term.  Were we the moral majority or even the moral minority, we would be much better off.
 
Now, I know many Christians who do not feel it is necessary to take any action whatsoever in the face of evil.  They think it is the most valid option to just to sit on their hands, do nothing, and wait. But that is not in my nature. You see, my father escaped communism to come to this country.  He came here because of this flag and what it symbolizes, and he did it with no money, no job, no language skills, and a warrant out for his death. Our family is too familiar with governments that operate under tyranny and communism. We know what is at stake if we keep marching down the current road. And so, it is not in my nature to do nothing.
 
What am I doing now? I am doing what I can. I just completed a blog post that talks about AI, data centers, and concerns of where this is heading if we do not act now.  I feel a commitment and obligation to do something with the four years of research I did on the court case, and so I am currently working on a book that synthesizes the four years of research I did.  The next time this happens (and it will happen again), the citizen can take this reference guide to the police officer who is about to arrest him or the corporate HR manager and show them the actual law on the spot without having to wait four years just to be able to appear in their own court and be heard on their certain unalienable SACRED rights.  I’m working on my father’s book, the third book in the trilogy “Midnight Train:  A Croatian’s Search for Freedom” which is about his escape from communism. Regardless of who reads it, I need to write it. People in this country are so unaware of communism and tyranny and what they do to a civilization and its people. They need to read the lessons of the past so that we do repeat them.  At any rate, I need to write it because I made a commitment to my father, myself, and my family that I would document his life story.  I need to complete the third book of that trilogy.  Those are just a few examples.
 
We are each called to do something. Your journey may be different than mine, but there’s something that each of us can do. 
 
And as we look to the future, we need to start uniting. The powers that be are trying to tear us apart.  This isn’t a battle between left and right, man and woman, black and white, . . .  It is a battle of good versus evil. 
 
We are at a crisis, but an opportunity awaits if we embrace it and unite for good. 
 
The direction this takes is up to each of us, individually and collectively. We are one nation under God, indivisible, . . . or we are done. United we stand; divided we fall. So, there is hope.  Regardless of what happens, there is always HOPE.
 
MERRY CHRISTMAS to each one of you, and may GOD bless the United States of America.

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