What if there is no god? To help us. To save us from Donald
Trump. Then who steps in? Yes, we Americans. As a nation. Are in big trouble.
That’s the way I see it. Because a wild-eyed minority. The Trumpians. Or is it
the Trumpites? Elected Donald Trump. A court jester. An entertainer. A
nincompoop. As our next president. It’s gonna happen, folks. The inauguration
is several weeks away. Here I am. In
danger. Because I’m an outspoken critic. Of what’s happening to my country. No.
No. Wait. It’s no longer my country. My country has been stolen. By the avid
supporters of Donald Trump. I must go into hiding. Into my cocoon. Into the
underground. Pretending that I have
created a safe haven. A place to mark time. In the lonely darkness. Waiting.
Waiting for the day that the sun shines again. --Jim Broede
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