Please, Rosie and Babs. Wake up.

Those with decent human souls. Best suited to be our political leaders. Won’t ever surface. Because they know better. Politics is corrupt. And it’s virtually impossible to take politics out of politics. Any good and honest soul knows it. Can’t blame them. For wisely avoiding a career in politics.  It would mean having to associate with the likes of charlatan Donald Trump. Best to steer clear of him.  To avoid any risk of foul contamination. I hate to say it. But hey, I’ll say it anyway.  Trump and his politics stink. I might approach him. Wearing a gas mask and a protective space suit. But better safe than sorry. I’ll avoid him. Like the plague. Yet I have a friend Rosie and a sister Babs, who adore Trump. That goes beyond my understanding. The polls show that his approval rating hovers around 40 percent. Hopefully, that’s not enough to get him re-elected. But better yet. Let’s get him ousted. Impeached. And sent back to Trump Tower. Or possibly to jail. For collusion with the Russians. Anything. Anything to get rid of Trump. Meanwhile, I’m pledged. To try to lure away some of his supporters. Namely, Rosie and Babs. I’d like to continue to think of them as friends. And decent and respectable people. But I’m having second thoughts. Please, Rosie and Babs. It’s time to wake up. Give me reason to have faith in you. --Jim Broede