Never cut a tree down in the wintertime. Never make a negative decision in the low time. Never make your most important decisions when you are in your worst moods. Wait. Be patient.
The storm will pass. The spring will come.” Robert H. Schuller
April 1, 2026, And Every Wednesday
By Linda Case Gibbons, Esq.
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It’s Spring.
The daffodils are on deck. The forsythia is in bloom. And crocuses appeared right after the snow melted.
We’re a fortunate country. We’ve had the Founding Fathers. We’ve had Jesus Christ.
Exceptional men who endured the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, but who also took arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, ended them.
Like Trump.
Nature doesn’t disappoint. It runs like a well-oiled machine, rather like Trump’s incursion into Iran, responding to the nuclear threat which hasn’t been addressed for 47 years.
But, as Queen Elizabeth once observed, “Some recollections may differ.”
Radical Elitists, Democrat Communists, and Never-Trumpers like De Niro, Hanoi Jane, Jimmy Kimmel and others, are violently in disagreement with the way Trump performs the role of president.
And why shouldn’t they?
They create problems, and are unused to someone who solves them.
They are used to the Obama-Biden regime’s way of doing things. The way it’s done in Minnesota and California.
So, it’s no surprise that they don’t know how to react to a president who fixes what’s broken. Who puts America first.
It puzzles them.
How can they understand a man who doesn’t take a salary?
Who builds a White House ballroom without taxpayers paying a red cent?
How can they be anything but angry when he updates a neglected, financially-mismanaged Kennedy Center?
They can’t. Not being who they are.
They don’t understand when he stepped in to pay TSA workers when Democrats in Congress wouldn’t.
While they tilted at their foolish windmills.
Elitists resent that Trump is an adult who knows how to read the room.
They are more comfortable with a “Basketball March Madness Obama/Sun-bathing Biden” type of president.
So, they call him a King. But in their hearts they know, he can walk with kings but keeps the common touch.
They know he does what needs to be done, not only unburdened by what has been, but supported by what he knows this country was designed to be.
Rudyard Kipling’s poem, “If,” describes the man we are fortunate to have in the White House.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Hold the Line, America. Have a Happy Easter. Stay strong, Patriots