I was against the shutdown largely because of the precedent it would set at the beginning of this administration. You all know what that is by now.

The Trump Train is moving well, and Americans can breath better.

MASSIVE:

You can blame the media for causing this: Minnesota Senate Republicans introduced a bill yesterday to classify “Trump Derangement Syndrome” as a mental illness. According to the bill, TDS is described as an “acute paranoia” in response to the Trump's policies.

She told me to look into the glass marble, Its surface alive with a spectral garble. Swirls of color, a storm contained, A world unspoken, yet unexplained. I held it close, the whispers grew, Secrets of realms where light was few. Shapes emerged, a fleeting glance, Echoes of stars in a spiraled dance. In that small sphere, the cosmos lay, A universe born in the palm of day.

Do it now and make it as epic as possible. Here’s an epic poetic narrative, drawing on the themes of absolute power, global rule, suffering, and the apocalyptic destruction described in Revelation. It's a grand and symbolic tale of rise, fall, and the ultimate reckoning: In the halls of power, a shadow grew, A figure who spoke, with words untrue. Chains of nations fell to their call, One ruler to govern, to bind them all. The world knelt low as the voice did rise, Promising peace beneath darkened skies. Yet behind the mask of unity's creed, Lay whispers of torment and insatiable greed. With a scepter wrought of fear and flame, They forged a throne in humanity's name. Cities crumbled, their lights turned cold, Tyranny spread, relentless, bold. And so, the world became a stage, A theater of suffering, of wrath, and rage. The weak were silenced, the strong enslaved, No one left to mourn the brave. The skies grew dark, the rivers bled, The moon turned crimson, the stars fell dead. Plagues arose, with fury unleashed, Death sat high, its hunger increased. The heavens trembled, the seals were torn, Each one unleashing a world forlorn. A scroll unrolled with an angel’s cry, “Judgment shall fall from the throne on high.” Beasts of horror roamed the earth, Their coming a sign of reckoning’s birth. Seven trumpets heralded the sound, Of chaos reigning all around. The ruler stood atop their tower, Reveling in their fleeting power. But thunder cracked, and fire came, Divine wrath with cleansing flame. Seven bowls poured forth despair, No corner of earth was left to spare. Earthquakes shattered mountains wide, Oceans swallowed cities in their tide. The harlot of greed, Babylon’s pride, Collapsed in ruins, her wealth denied. Merchants wept for riches lost, A fleeting empire, now bearing its cost. Then came the Lamb, resplendent, pure, With justice no shadow could endure. The armies of light and dark did clash, As time burned down to its final ash. When the final trumpet echoed on, The ruler’s might was wholly gone. The throne of tyranny turned to dust, As heaven triumphed, fierce and just. From ashes rose a world made whole, New heavens above, a cleansed soul. No tear was shed, no pain remained, For darkness forever was unchained. And so the tale of hubris ends, A warning carved by time’s great lens. Absolute power, though vast and grim, Cannot outlast the eternal hymn.

I was recently a centrist democrat and now more of a centrist republican, and sense dismay from Trump and the republicans as to the decline in the last four years. I suppose it is shameful and I wish I could have stopped it. I just was in to position to do much, and we should all be glad we are here and not there. It's in times like this I feel that politics matters.

I can be sassy.

My winsome ways and Midas touch keep people hooked!

To stupid people those that are smart are just loners who never get anything!