Liberals who wail at Trump's imperfections need to look in the mirror.

I got my lost loving crow back, and she sang two songs with another sound, bowing her head to let me know, she's no ordinary bird.

My new flame: Helga the Horrible, has been at her desk, doing things with her pecks.

Whiners and complainers love spilled milk.

Off and running, the GOP will make you happy and change your voting in two years, you will find not fears, but hopes.

When rouge knaves play with forks and knives to the hogs within their sties, crash them with their cunning lies, so the eagle is set to fly, and raise the American flag again, against the darkling tide.

Walls keep everybody out, boundaries teach people where the doors are.

Our shared humanity should be written in the hearts of all, and that by this sharing that we discover better, what it all means to be human.