I know. You got beat up. So did I. And then we beat up each other. Just call it a B-side melody with an A-side whiplash like NOBODY business. The way I see it, the best way to deal with it is to just write a better tune and flip the A-side to the B-side and the B-side to the Z. Put it away folks and let it sleep because there’s a piper man a playin’ to a wholly brand new beat. Flip the Z side to the B side and the A side to the C. That my friends is how you navigate the darkness; to turn the fright into a kite and the sorrow into sight.
This is not my America. No way. No how. I don't think it's your America either. Got a problem with that? Who the holy heck hey wants to come out of their spirit spider holes and tell me that believing in diplomacy and peace; and justice and liberty and freedom for all; that taking a stand against torture and for freedom of the press and a LIVING Constitution, not one that takes us back to slavery days, is giving aid and comfort to the enemy?