Somehow, I seem to always land on my feet. I won't be living out my days on sacred Native American ground soaked in the tears of citizens distraught over the destruction and decay of a dream that has become a nightmare.
I'm not gloating. My heart breaks for friends, family and strangers left to absorb the shock of pillage, hate and moral decay.
My life, an ocean away, is not immune from the upheaval. Economics is global now. The environment doesn't know borders. Besides, the USA will continue to influence politics and culture all over the world.
I remember when movies weren't allowed to show evil taking the day. What happened to the hero riding in to town to save the day? Good versus evil isn't politics. If religion is about revenge, retribution and punishment, count me out.
I hope to live long enough to see love conquer hate. I don't count on it.
Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.
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