Of Pork Chops and Politics

Trump's Time

(by R.P.Edwards)

Time for doing

Time for deeds

Time for fixing

Time for speed

Time for focus

Time to choose

Time for winning

No time to lose

Time to honor

Time to run

Time for healing

Time's begun

Time to finish

Time to start

Time for steel

And time for heart

Time's upon us

Time demands

Time for wisdom

Time for plans

Time's fulfilling

Time to jump

Time for changing

Time...for Trump

And so Mr. Trump has won. 

On the evening of the victory, at the beginning thereof, I had a bit of anxiety. True, there had been spiritual inklings of his coming triumph (I know the secular among us scoff at such things; their loss), but a grim picture had been painted by the "knowing" class and "No, not again!" was--as I say, "early on"-- an unavoidable thought. By the end of the night, however; relief and thanksgiving. The progressive scourge had been blunted; at least for the moment.

And, since that time I have contemplated dropping a few words. Indeed, I was (and am still) amused at the excesses of the fallen (hear of the "primal scream"?); especially at the PC breeding grounds...the Universities.The unction, however, did not rise to the production point.

But now my mind is on pork chops; whether to cook on the stove, or brave the elements (as the temperature is quickly dropping) and fire up the grill. I lean towards the latter. And, as I stir in that direction I point the reader to the above youtube link. The talented lyricist (and Elvis fan) GHW, from Texas, put some encouraging words to the tune of "Here comes Santa Claus". I tried to do it justice. Enjoy.

BTW, if the Trump administration has a position for this creative duo; we're available.

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Drain the swamp, Donald!

Of Swamps

(by R.P.Edwards)

Swamps are slick

Slimy too

Yucky, icky, gobs of goo

Snakes and gators 

Bugs that bite

It's even worse

When there at night

But human swamps

Have deeper dirt

Lying, cheating, deeds that hurt

Morals moldy

Backbone gone

Pay for play

And on and on

So twixt the two

If a choice is made

I'll take the swamp

The everglade

For there the hurt

Is on the skin

But human swamps

Defile within

The election is near and my talented lyricist from Texas has seized on a phrase Donald Trump uttered a while ago as to Washington DC and its condition: "Drain the swamp."

So, the resulting video/song is above and, incredibly, since the initial declaration even MORE sleaze on the other side has come to light. Amazingly, many won't care. 

But, my hope is, that if Mr Trump makes it (and I believe he will), perhaps the swamp will be drained at last.

By the way, I picked up a Trump yard sign today. Let's see how long it lasts.  

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