Author: Catherine

Does it make you feel “joy” to kill an unborn child?

Does it make you feel “joy” to make up lies about others?

Does it make you feel “joy” to push a socialist/communist agenda?

Does it make you feel “joy” that you want to control the prices of goods and services?

Does it make you feel “joy” to make the taxpayers pay off the student loans of those who took out the loans and got college educations?

Does it make you feel “joy” that people are struggling to buy groceries?

Does it make you feel “joy” that taxpayers are unable to buy a new home, but you want to give away our tax dollars ($25,000 each) to first-time homebuyers?

Does it make you feel “joy” that people are struggling to pay their rent or mortgage?

Does it make you feel “joy” that people can’t buy used cars much less new cars?

Does it make you feel “joy” that people are having difficulties paying their electric bills?

Does it make you feel “joy” that people can’t take vacations because of the high cost of gas?

Does it make you feel “joy” that millions of illegal aliens are here ILLEGALLY all on your watch as Border Czar?

Does it make you feel “joy” to know that some of these illegal aliens are terrorists, murderers, child traffickers, and rapists?

Does it make you feel “joy” when American women are violently raped and murdered by illegal aliens?

Does it make you feel “joy” that drugs are pouring into our country and killing our citizens?

Does it make you feel “joy” that American veterans are sleeping on sidewalks while illegal aliens are sleeping in hotels?

Does it make you feel “joy” to tell Americans that they should feel guilty for saying MERRY CHRISTMAS?

I will feel “joy” when you and Joe Biden have been removed from office and sent back to wherever you live for good.

© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.

 

 

 

“We were ready to rock out and we waited and waited and finally it was our turn … there were a half million people asleep. These people were out. It was sort of like a painting of a Dante scene, just bodies from hell, all intertwined and asleep, covered with mud. And this is the moment I will never forget as long as I live: A quarter mile away in the darkness, on the other edge of this bowl, there was some guy flicking his Bic, and in the night I hear, “Don’t worry about it, John. We’re with you.” I played the rest of the show for that guy.”

~John Fogerty recalling Creedence Clearwater Revival’s 3:30 a.m. start time at Woodstock