Make America Better

We can change the world and make it a better place. It is in your hands to make a difference. – Nelson Mandela

Back home from Savannah and Charlotte and Waldo and points in between. Feeling like a grizzled warrior. The Interstate Highway system is a battlefield. I get back from vacation, looks like the Joad family moved in right across the street. Usually, this is the time of the year we can open our front blinds.

Dawned on me, this house is my real hideout. And that’s how it should be. Guy behind me replaced his Gadsen flag – Don’t Tread On Me, which I kinda liked – with a large red white & blue banner shouting TRUMP 2020. NO MORE BULLSHIT. He’s no snowflake, he’s assured me.

No, really. Apparently, the hope is, Trump will be satisfied with the ten thousand lies he has already told as President. I’m just guessing. His nose is becoming more bulbous, have you noticed?

I got lost twice, my last weekend on the road. Rare occurrence, twice in two days. (Like those biannual one-hundred-year floods we’ve been having lately.) If you know me, then you know I can cover a lot of ground when I am headed the wrong way. Now much too old to wait around.

Make America Better

Home the houseless,

Care for the crazy,

Feed the famished,

Educate the illiterate.

Protect the pregnant.

Help the devastated

before the next disaster.

Deep breath.

Heal the unhealthy,

Pave the potholes,

Punish the guilty.

Welcome the weary.

Tell the truth.

Use your turn signals.

Boot out the bastards.

And love thy neighbor.