Monkey see, monkey do…If you can’t say something nice run for president…Could Satan be any nastier? I wonder what his Pact with the Devil says. Name-calling accomplishes only persecution/prosecution. Once thirsty for blood, the infected drink instead of think.

Writing as a very aged blogger, what can I offer? Zada. What can I attempt? IDK. Do I really think what I write makes a diddly squat? It does occupy time during which I could be involved in patriotic endeavors–such as…? Did you see the AI cartoon of Him, by Him, dropping poop on his constituents? In my mind’s eye I see him running pell mell through the world calling out, “Ha ha ha, catch me if you can. I’m the white Gingerbread man, born in the USA!”

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END OF…
We came, we tried, we fought
and ate each other up.
We lived and died by our own hand.
If two survivors met on a plain
would we hug one another
or kill again?
Nan

Oh, all right. Guess I’ve shot my wad for the day.