Everyone has doubts. What are the odds of waking up tomorrow? What are the odds of winning a mutimillion dollar lottery? What are the odds of meeting the perfect soul mate or Twin flame and living out the rest of our lives together in bliss? All I doubt is simply a riddle of infinity. I doubt very little these days. Politically I doubt Trump and his team of cohorts will survive the 2026 midterms without being impeached or worse. I doubt that the “No King Protest” on Saturday will humiliate Trump and bring him to his knees in his birthday parade of thousands of military men and women, and millions of Americans who hate him. I will contain my doubt to all I cannot control and hope all I wish for comes true.
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