Frens this is our Neverending Story.

The American Dream was fading. Despair and hopelessness walked the land as the forces of greed and special interests secured their iron grip of control. Their single-minded pursuit was for total domination over the dreams of every person upon the planet and extinguishing the light of freedom. The dream of America began to crumble as more and more people, burdened and bowed, lost hope. For those they thought they chose to lead the great dream were they themselves tools of the forces that would destroy it.

But out of that darkness a hero emerged whose belief in the dream of America still burned strong, whose belief was unshakable, a spark of light in the closing darkness. Accompanied by a small group of warriors, who believed like he, the group set out on the hero’s journey. Like moths to a flame those who still harbored failing embers of hope deep in their heart drew closer to their warmth.

So we followed that spark of light on the hero’s journey, and the dream of America grew in strength as we woke to the evil that was upon us. As we journeyed with our heroes, our hope flared and grew stronger. We began to care deeply for our hero and his band of warriors. Others, drawn by the warmth joined us along the way and the few became many.

We were with him when he took on the media empire and called them on their game. We were there with him when he called out the cowardly leadership who had fallen prey to the forces of darkness and who were helping to destroy the dream of America. We were there with him as he worked tirelessly to rebuild that which they had destroyed. We were there with him every step of the way, every battle, every trial, every tribulation, as he worked to make the dream of America great again. We shared in his happiness, sadness, joys, and fears, as well as victories and defeats. And from that the dream of America grew into an unstoppable force of light pushing back the darkness from the land.

As we traveled with the hero and his merry band of brothers and sisters, their journey became our own and the dream of America, once an ember, flared into a raging fire. Let us not let that fire die. Let it grow until the dream of America that once was, is again the shining light of hope for the world. A dream dies when there is no longer anyone who believes in it.

Where We Go One, We Go All.

This IS our Neverending Story.