Political life in America has turned the corner onto a mass cancer..a massive cancer on the masses. The kulture divide is so steep whole families are split apart; and friendships cannot long endure the strain from sharp differences entertained therein. Each faction thinks the other faction is totally brainwashed, nuts!if you’re with THEM you’re stupider than an idiot; and ‘U S’ feels the same. Your so-called friends you thought you had will no longer do business with you, they sidetrack a potentially lucrative deal – advantageous for them – in order to grill you on who in DC you are for; and if you are for who they are against, that deal will not go down; because they were more interested in the name-calling and identity classifications than in selling something that otherwise was collecting dust and taking up valuable space; in that case, for the vintage Emmons shiny black D-12 steel with a 7,000.00 price-tag on it. I had just mentioned it, for a year or two it had been on my mind, as I frequently sat there quietly scratching at it, a momentary diversion from caring for Mom, terminally ill at the time and in good spirits; but he casually deflected my overture, saying lightheartedly, “So what’s Trump done for you, lately?” It was the first time he injected politics in it and the first time I’d hinted at spending serious money for his merchandise. Knowing where this was leading, I was forthright anyway: “Oh, he’s made a few heads explode I guess.” “???” So! after we got ‘there’ – at his store – followed by the ‘de rigeur’ recriminations, typical in these surprise/no surprise situations, –and paused hostilities for a moment, he tactfully changed subjects: “How’s your mother doing?” “She passed.” “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. So now what’s up with you and your obsession with that racist, divisive, pussy-grabbing bastard at the White House?” It just so happened my dear mother was with that extremist right-wing faction of religious zealots closely following pundits like Tucker Carlson, and in strong support of the president..while she was still among the living, up to maybe less than a week before this conversation took place (Mom and her kind had been branded terrorists by glib commenters on TV and everywhere years before, for the treasonous crime of having attended a Tea Party gathering at some point to catch their safe&sane views about America’s future and what to do about it, vis-a-vis the democrats’..and so on; and she died). I’d said (after the silence..that followed the play-book check-list of insults), “Well I guess I’ll be running along now. I have to go do some shopping.” “Yeah. Well nice seeing you. Take care.” (Forced smile.) “Yeah. You too.” So that’s how a two year near perfect association ends..with spasms; from a mass proliferation of cells on the body politic. Inoperable. Now, –so what am I if I’m not one of THEM? I am – according to them – a racist; a nazi (AND a fascist); misogynist; xenophobe; homophobe, Transphobic..hobo-phobe, oboe-phobe, and every-other-kind-of-thing-o-phobe that does not support their CANCER therapy’s guidelines, –good luck with that. This November, what? hundred days from now, or less? whenever! gonna be writing in the name TRUMP,DONALD JOHN TRUMP on a paper ballot, –my president; because, I just got informed – technically – if your vote is cast as a write-in, it will have to be counted by a human hand and not a machine. So that’s what I’m doing on voting-day (until I hear otherwise); as God is my witness, and Jesus is my saviour (does not depend how you define IS). And IF all YOU PEOPLE of that OTHER FACTION want to lob eggs at me again over it and talk your trash-talk at me for associating myself with the faction that speaks for me, and my concept of morality, okay, –Yeah, here it is: I stopped and talked to this guy selling red MAGA hats and collecting signatures for the recall on Newsome (etc.) and they did that to us on the street corner by the TRADER JOE’S down in old O________, California that fine Spring 2020 fine afternoon (just prior to the unleashing of the scam-demic), –so!if any of you left-wing, knee-jerk liberal, baby-killing PLAN-B pill-popping commie-pinko-f_g’s want it that way ’cause that’s just who you are, well, here I am as I am, –Miss Samantha Bee (por ejemplo). Maybe this time you’ll be better shots! (with the egg’s). Good morning. Morning, Joe. ~c.