The former POTUS is spewing lies about law enforcement wanting to retrieve classified documents scattered in his bathroom, at gunpoint, when no guns were drawn. Mar-a-Loco is the new name for Mar-a-Lago.
In medieval days, the king, a title The Donald wants to become this November, had in his staff a court jester. The jester had to keep lavish palace parties entertained by making fun of what the uneducated serfs were doing after back-breaking 16-hour-days or the queen’s not-working-toilet.
The john jokes got bigger laughs, of course. Now, ye merry hard-working stiffs in 2024, you can only guess what the very rich are saying about your dissatisfaction with home and grocery store prices. I can relate as a lass putting on 2 1/2-inch high heels with six to eight hour shifts for 22 years, starting in the latter part of the 20th century, at a downtown Durango saloon (and doing other tough jobs to put pricy groceries on the table as a single mom).
Not only do we have mind-numbing experiences in our daily lives, buckle up for another invasive force-artificial intelligence. There are exorcists, as seen in movies and real life, helping money-less Trump cultists and other troubled souls.
Please, a knight in shining armor on horse or whatever that isn’t politically motivated, join exorcists if you have the knack to save our fragile world. Sooner the better.
Having a warped sense of humor helps in this goal as well.
Sally Florence
Durango
