I have no problem. With acting a wee bit crazy. Though
sometimes I think it’s not acting. I truly am bonkers. But then, I’m not alone. I have plenty of
company. The whole world is crazy. An insane asylum. Lately, that’s the theme of my writing. Look.
Look around me. At our president. Is he real? Or am I imagining it all. Really.
If I am nuts. Should my goal be to become sane again? Or am I better off.
Convincing myself. That all is well. With me. And the world. That I have a firm
grasp of reality. --Jim Broede
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