Sometimes I wonder if the romantic craves drama. When push comes to shove, I really do only want to be with the ones who burn, burn, burn. It took me a long, long time to figure out that the fire is in the heart, in the soul.
The many lessons pouring in with the nightly news compete for my attention. The joke that considers itself leaders of the world reminds me of how ridiculous the human ego really is. Hearts pump, eyes see, brains compute. Meanwhile a clown with a long tie struts, mugs and cheats. He feels entitled because his old man cheated lots of folks out of lots of money. Green paper. Now this overblown gasbag continues to pile up the green paper while constantly feeding a gigantic, fragile ego.
This cycle can consume my time but it can't penetrate my soul. I'll get up to watch Morning Joe because I love the excitement, the drama. Ah, back to the drama.
I will resist. I will speak up. I'll campaign, vote, argue and write.
I will not scream, insult, cheat or lie. The other team has figured out ways to control the green paper. I won't play. They deflated the game ball.
It will take a big hole to accommodate the carcass of that orange lardass when he goes. He won't be taking any of that green paper with him. How would you like to wake up Don Jr. this morning?
My side has girl scout cookies, puppies and rock'n'roll. Oh, and love. We've got love.
Preaching to the choir my friend. I'm beside you if not behind you.
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