My sister, the monarchist.

My sister is a monarchist. She yearns for the 17^th Century. Before the French Revolution. When kings reigned. And ruled by divine right. Little wonder. That my sister voted for Donald Trump. She worships and adores him. As if he were all-knowing. She puts her faith in Trump. Almost as if he were god himself. He can do no wrong. I tell my sister she’s a little bit crazy. I really mean completely bonkers. But I don’t say that. Because I’m only a mere novice amateur psychiatrist. Unfit to make such a harsh professional judgment.  Anyway, my sister is my sister. I try to accept her. Because that’s the right thing to do. She’s family. By the way, she thinks I’m the crazy one. --Jim Broede