Hey, A (on the eve of thee proverbial, before all the National-chitchat’s-hits-the-fan Day) To: All you left-wing knee-jerk liberal commie-pinko-francophobe’s out there..have you considered: (La Marseillaise, hear it?!) Perhaps Trump is an angel entertaining youse unawares, –? a YUGELY entertaining heavenly being sent by God, via the Big Apple, to give all of you’s one last chance to change your minds and lighten up a little on your program so you can avoid the wrath to come? (i.e., miss hell by a centimeter). Have you thought about that?? Look at YOUR PLATFORM, so-called..what are its planks, what you fight for so determinedly and with such dogged determination, –WHY WE FIGHT! and are so willing to cheat and lie, and steal and lie and cheat to protect your interests, there? What is it? Let us look at that: Plank #1); Kill babies..you call it by various platitudes, BULLSHIT. You peoples are so into your propaganda’s aided by your short term memory losses it sickens the unbrainwashed. Back in the 60’s you used to call our enlisted men drafted into the service, –and volunteers BABY-KILLERS and spit on them and revile them upon returning home from their tours in hell..fighting for your freedoms’ sake. “Baby-killers!” you yelled and spat, “..baby-killers.” Meow-meow. And now, in another bullennium into the next century you brag about and insist about a FAKE constitutional right to kill innocent children in the womb, i.e., babies; and call it a health decision. Don’t you see a problem here? “END THE WAR!” that was your vesper call to worship, sacrificing to that old serpent; and hallucinogenic drugs were the unholy sacraments taken in casual, semi-secret ceremonies –forbidden fruits of modern times..how has that been working for you? Woodstock was Mecca, beginning and ending a hippie’s pilgrimage on the planet..in a parallel universe with those who have become today’s career political bosses, bound for outer darkness – God forbid – implacably serving ‘the enemy’ of all creation with careful plans to complete the destruction of a once proud and godly nation; and from the appearance of things all of ya’all must have dropped the brown acid you were warned against by the Master of Ceremonies from that ad hoc stage with its electrifying guitars, looking out over a sea of naked bodies, caked in mud. But hey a drug’s a drug and ’tis what it ’tis..so what’s a few million more innocent babies dismembered-to-death in their wombs turn’d-to-tombs, with special killing instruments designed to finish them in there! so that technically it’s not mass-murder, it’s a woman’s private, personal health decision between her and her selected ghoul/person posing as physician and his bag of attorney tricks..about her body. So now in another corner of that same bag of liberals’ conceptual claptrap pleadings (to the court), we – WE MEANS YOU – we hate war and (enigmatically) we hate the one who kept us out of it: Orange man. You democrats are sure one bad trip that never ended. Your choice leaders, over time, cultivated a child’s garden of high-priest, highly-decorated grass-smoking punks running the Pentagon, on stolen valor’s; who made our proud military into a San Francisco halloween ‘pride’ parade (when we blink’d); and in that fashion are marching them off to die in wars around the globe, ill-prepared to fight slicker enemies with better weapons and a deeper resolve, guns and gear given them to kill US..by your picked leaders! from their stolen elections. And you support that? Really? to review: Preventing Chinese communist aggressors armed with Russian weapons from colonizing Vietnam..Then!(=Bad); but NOW! aiding and abetting global terrorists in their ages old mission to destroy Israel (+subjugate the world)=good; and fund terminating unborn children by the millions, without codified limits. I see. Okay. This may sound like the banal ramblings of a toxic hater..hate-crime looking for a place to happen, but, –Right; but aside from the extreme rhetoric, offensive for some (I suppose), please think,THINK! of how it might feel to be alive, and BE a live blood-sacrifice-for-satan from within your own dear mother’s womb, your brief, temporal home-away-from-home, en-route – by life’s journey – back to your eternal address..horribly butchered with Mom’s consent, before you so much as set foot upon this God’s green earth. Is it good? Or is it good? How is it equality?? (?)=(?), are you okay with that? care for a taste?? Just only try putting your guilty self in that innocent person’s place for one minute of the process having his or her life brutally ended, enveloped in a silent scream to the Father..for reasons that are totally unjustified and incomprehensible, –except! in a pitiless, bleak totalitarian system such as where we might be arriving shortly, perhaps in a matter of days, or even hours? if something else doesn’t happen first (like a peaceful transition of power from inmates running the asylum, to saner heads prevailing). Plank #2); Bad Orange-man bad, tell lies..big, bad lies. #3); See #2 (that should utterly clarify liberals’ religious mandate for installing their regime permanently, subject to certification). NOW..If you think this all just a Bible thumping theoretical/philosophical excursion on someone else’s dime, consider the genre (in which) it is written: CONFESSIONAL, –confessional, what they, in ‘the biz’ call it..that is – generally speaking – a ‘work’ composed in a non-fictional literary frame, in which an author shares ultra-personal experiences and insights of questionable value for the reading public, and told from a polarized pov that, by, and at large, they aught not endure, –cathartic outing tapping ‘way at the typewriter-keys, strictly for the writer’s gratification, to expiate sin; by transferring his torment on the reader. Bare your soul, baby..Bare, Baby, Bare! So here’s the confession. Not only should liberal women – and babies – have a stake in the abortions brouhaha, so aught everyone, including ME, I’m qualified..by the following order: 1) I will, in heaven meet! a sibling who was aborted. They told my mother it was a mass of tissue..it’s no big deal, really. Mom always regretted going along with that ‘choice’; but she knew, positively, her sins were washed as white as snow, in the blood of the Lamb..and she was ready to meet Him when she went yonder for eternity. 2) I will someday meet in heaven some one, who might have been my first-born; but who died at one month, more or less, because of my alcohol addiction that I made a non-choice to not kick..at a time in life it would have made sense, and avoided much grief for many. 3) Someday in heaven I will meet the child of a stranger who was killed in the womb, who I sat in the close proximity of in Dad’s car, giving his, or her teenage mother a ride to the abortion-clinic; because the babe would have been born out of wedlock; and they convinced her it was best for all concerned (her unborn child certainly voiced no audible objection). So there it was. Me, Dad, and her; and a fourth person..who I assume returned to our Creator (barring a miracle). Dad was a minister, ordained by the Presbyterians’, fast-becoming-marxists in that age, at the synod proceedings by degrees..Age d’Or; and I? I, a poet..of no particular distinction, now-turned-pastor. Do these facts raise questions? I have my sure beliefs; and an absentee/mail-in ballot we all get..from The STATE facing me on the fake veneer dinner-table to cast my vote in the hotly contested 2024 election tomorrow, Tuesday. November 5. And my choice has never been clearer. How about you. Hey, —