So, the story goes that this baby, this Arab, this Jew was born homeless surrounded by barnyard animals. Turns out he was a son of God. I am, too. I know it's none of my business but you are, too. He came to be known as the Prince of Peace. This week we celebrate his birthday. We're kicking it off by getting back to the arms race.
We've got homeless people on the sidewalks of every major city, schools without books and folks going without medical care because they're uninsured and have no money.
Meantime, let's take back our country. Let's make America great again. Guess I'd better be careful- too much talk about peace and love and the F.B.I. will have me back on lists.
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