That would be me, although I don’t post concern, I just sit hear wringing my hands with my gut twisting — trying to minimize expectations and plan what it will be like to be put in jail for politically incorrect speech from my pulpit when the Supreme Court makes it illegal to believe the Bible.
Must be a Scotch-Irish thing. My folks taught me to fight to the death, but to expect and plan for the worst to happen so if it does you won’t be disappointed, and if it doesn’t you have a pleasant surprise and a happy mood for a few hours. (Until the next thing to worry about makes itself known).
Terrible way to live your life, I know but it has gotten me this far.