Please, Can I Wake Up Now?

There’s stuff going on that I just don’t want to write about anymore; and I’ll bet you’re tired of reading about it, too.

So I don’t want to write about our US attorney general decreeing that cross-dressing is a human right protected by the Constitution, and when your local transvestite says jump, you’d better jump.

I don’t want to write about Republican leaders pretending that this year’s election didn’t count, or how we’d better get ready for either Hillary Alinsky or Cherokee Liz Warren to be our next president because it’s America’s fate to have a woman president and any woman will do, especially if she’s to the left of Castro.

Nor do I want to write about going to the eye doctor the other day and having him say to me, after the eye exam, “The government tells me I have to say this to you: you have to stop smoking.”

The thing is, I can’t do anything about any of it. The whole damned shooting match–“damned” as in condemned to Hell–is melting down and nobody in our ruling class wants to stop it. They all seem quite eager to capitalize on it.

Pray, pray, and pray some more. I don’t know what to do, but God does. And He will do it.