Finally, a sigh of relief.

I have to be against something or someone. It’s my nature. The day I was born. The muttering began. ‘What can I be against? After all, I can’t be for everything. That would be so unnatural. So wrong.’ So here I am. Searching. Searching. Searching.  All my life. Trying to counter the image. That I’m a totally positive thinker.  That would be a shame. I need more balance. More negativity in my life. I don’t want to be a 100 percent Pollyanna.  So here I am. Finally. In my 81^st year. Deciding that I’m against Donald Trump. And virtually everything he stands for.  Yes, I have found a true reason. To be negative.  Gives me reason. To breathe a sigh of relief. --Jim Broede