Last night, Lovely and I went to a local fest called Lion Firecracker Dance. We deliberately arrived two hours after it opened because a previous experience warned me that the fun would begin at eight p.m. Lions support Lions, and I fully expected to see an ocean of yellow tees across the crowd. I saw one from the Frankfort Lions. We greeted each other with a. manly bearhug and sat at a table. The first thing he did was to lean in to my ear and ask me if I had seen any news programs within the last two hours. I said “no.”
He responded, “Trump survived an assassination attempt at a Pennsylvania rally. I nearly fell out of my chair. Immediately, I went to my phone and found a news item detailing the shooting. Over the past four years I have deliberately avoided writing my opinions about political matters because, frankly, no one cares what I think. I’d sooner waste my geriatric energy on butterflies and cicadas than on wasted old men like Joe Biden, a true communist from the moment of conception. I must admit, the assassination attempt awoke a mean streak in me. I said to my friend, it must have been a gun hating democrat because a republican wouldn’t have missed.
For the past four years, I have watched repeated attempts to discredit Trump and make people hate him. Instead, every try has made him stronger. Trump is the Road Runner in a Wiley Coyote cartoon. Just as Over the past four years, I have witnessed numerous attempts to discredit Trump and make people hate him. However, each attempt has only seemed to make him stronger. To me, it seems like Trump is the Road Runner in a Wile E. Coyote cartoon. Just like in the recent debate, which I watched to gauge for myself if age was affecting Biden’s performance.in the debate, which I watched to determine for myself if age was shadowing Biden like the Grim Reaper. I decided that the shadow cast on Biden by the Reaper over shadows my own. The thing that scared me most during the debate, were Joe’s eyes. He seemed to be speaking from fear. It is as if he feared Hillary Clinton putting him over her knee and spanking him if he misspoke. Or, Obama whispering into his ear, “this is a big f–king deal Joe, don’t mess it up. I listened to his words, and his sentences were coherent but he spoke as if in fear of his life, and he spoke softly but rapidly as if he didn’t get the words out quickly he would lose them.
Anyway, a God-fearing, gun-loving Republican would not have missed the shot. That is my story, and I’m sticking to it.

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