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It is happening!

On May 11th of this year, I wrote this post about what I perceive as a Civil War within the United States of America. It can be read here. I now want to expand on those thoughts and alarmingly speak about what a branch of the government has now done about it.

On June 7, 2022, the Department of Homeland Security issued a ‘national terrorism advisory’. You can read it here. Upon reading this document posted on the website, the advisory is warning of a threat from within the United States, not from outside. Think about that for a moment.

Within the document above, the Department of Homeland Security states, “In the coming months, DHS expects the threat environment to become more dynamic as several high-profile events could be exploited to justify acts of violence against a range of possible targets. These targets could include public gatherings, faith-based institutions, schools, racial, ethnic, and religious minorities, government facilities and personnel, U.S. critical infrastructure, the media, and perceived ideological opponents.” This basically means people (U.S. citizens) will pick sides and taking action.

This has already begun with the recent passing and reversal of the abortion bill, the attempt to strengthen gun laws, the events at the Capitol on January 6th, and of course the pointing fingers at the current President, blaming him for the high gas prices. Just to name a small few examples.

Our society has become one that has not only allowed freedom of speech but allowed people to go to the extreme with it, and then celebrate them doing so. Not approving craziness per se, but promotion and fanning the flames of it via media and social media. Thus encouraging everyone right to voice their opinion and announce it to the world. The wilder and more extreme the message, the more coverage it gets.

Growing up, I disagreed with people, and still do, but my tactics are logical, rational, and it does not involve voicing my different opinion on, pick the social media platform of your choice, or even worse resorting to violence to prove my point. My heart aches for my son, who is growing up in this world full of anger and hatred.

Don’t get me wrong, there are good people out there, but you rarely hear about them or see them. Everything is negative, exploited, violent and hatred.

I used to be proud to be an American. Not sure I can say that anymore. I read recently that Canada probably feels it is living in an apartment about a crack house. I cannot say I disagree with that. So I chose my topics carefully. I do so with my Civil War post last month. Unfortunately, I feel things are about to get much worse, and apparently the Department of Homeland Security feels so strongly they post an official warning on their website.

God Bless whatever this country has turned into. I hope and pray things will get better and quickly, but logically I don’t think it will happen.

Until next time,

Tim (Kilmer)

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