Some bring forth the agonized ululation of ages
Songs of mourning
How shall we express our grief this day?
The heart still beats; life support lingers us on
No death, not yet
But the scent of death
A slow, unending vigil at
the deathbed of liberty
(c) 2017 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
Roger Green asked how I am doing. This pretty much says it all. My first post since 45 was inaugurated. We have many names for him, but calling names only cheapens the chilling effect. There is nothing normal, nothing remotely funny about this travesty that is the Trump White House.
ABC Wednesday gave us the letter U. Other words that come to mind: United States and Ugly.