Years ago I started this entire campaign to provide America with a better way.
The protection of Freedom through Truth.
Unfortunately those days have been left behind as the Truth no longer matters to too many.
Because of this my weekly columns continue to point out the absurdity of it all, and as the years have gone by, absurdity has been joined by insanity, and evil.
Sadly these things do not change because the calendar strikes December 25th.
Instead of my normal style I have decided to write a poem capturing a tiny portion of what is happening right now.
Before I begin I would like to state as always I am grateful to the Big Fella Upstairs for everything and because of His generosity will never ask for anything ever again.
We have been given the greatest gifts.
Free Will and Freedom.
God has done enough.
The rest is up to us.
The rest is up to you.
Merry Christmas and I’ll see you in the New Year.
Now the aforementioned poem.
Twas the night before Christmas as all the coiffed kids were Hiden’,
Attempting to flee the hair sniffing Biden.
Kamala cackled with a glass of chablis,
As Democrats continued to let criminals run free.
The border is open cried AOC!
Come on in!
While Newsom cried foul with his sh*t eating grin.
Oprah’s diet commercials continued to set the pace,
As the billionaire moaned about racism while feeding her face.
The RONA continued because the sheep had to be fed,
As athletes and Canadian doctors keep dropping dead.
The media cried it’s getting so cold!
We all rolled our eyes, it’s called winter you dolts.
Inflation is high, prices run amok,
Congress decided the fix was to spend two trillion more bucks.
You Only Live Once screamed the kids long ago
They’re still here and the girls are now Joe, Moe or TikTok Hoe.
What about the boys asks the Mad Hatter?
Sorry to say but the boys don’t matter.
Especially in the military where it’s all gone glam,
They no longer say yes sir or no ma’am.
Where dog faces are worn in full uniform,
And too many doctors no longer do no harm.
On Dancer on Prancer on flu shots galore!
Load em all up and bring on the gore.
Life insurance companies are screaming and funeral homes are full,
Progressives push forward because there’s so many to cull,
From the herd of the stupid, the bigots, the dopes,
Just one more booster cry all the mopes.
So enjoy your day and your Christmas dinner.
Here comes 2023. . .
It’s gonna be a winner.