POLITICS BY PAIGE

Kudos to Rush Limbaugh. February 17, 2021.

          Nancy Pelosi is a brilliant as she is mean.

          She has control of part of 1/3 of the nation’s power as she is a major player in the legislative branch of the federal government. She is Speaker of the House of Representatives in Congress. She acts like she is queen.

          We have watched her work to bring down President Trump from the beginning. Perhaps she was one of the founding members of the Resistance Movement in San Francisco. I don’t know. But she may as well have been.

          Rather than work to promote the General Welfare of the Nation within her branch of the constitutional government – the legislative branch – she has gone out of her way to interfere with the executive branch – our beloved President Donald Trump. She has been a thorn in President Trump’s side from the beginning of his presidency. She and other democrats have successfully helped to promote the hoax of collusion with Russia.  She used the constitution selfishly and unashamedly when she lead the campaign to bring innocent Trump into the impeachment process.

          In fact, it’s as if she reads the Constitution of the United States as a document that gives her ideas of how to bring down Donald Trump,

          I started to wonder if there was anything she wouldn’t try. So, when the pandemic broke out, in my active imagination, I imagined that she took a jet to China to meet with high Chinese officials for the purpose of obtaining a vial filled with the coronavirus that causes COVID-19. I imagined she secretly brought the vial back with her to the United States and allowed her minions to spread the virus across this great country, infecting us all. She didn’t really do that. But we have witnessed her doing things designed to bring down the president of the United States. (Let’s all look up the definition of treason. It may apply here.)

          The nation is under the viral blanket of Nancy’s mad deeds.

          Our constitutional freedom have been limited or broken: The First Amendment with freedom of speech, freedom to peacefully assemble, freedom of the press; The Second Amendment, the right to bear arms.

          The result is the last year of Trump’s fourth year was fraught with trouble.

          He did the best he could under the terrible circumstances. He promoted the production of a vaccine at lightning speed. He lifted much of the controls of sheltering in place nationality (although Nancy’s home state of California has yet to be freed).

          Much of the country is still wearing masks under threat of fines or imprisonment. (Or under fear caused by the mainstream media which is sympathetic with the democrats).

          Churches have been closed but not bars. (Very communistic.)

          Social media accounts have been cancelled. Parler was removed.

          Many businesses have been closed by the government and many have subsequently filed bankruptcy.

          Children have not been allowed to go to school.

          Many individuals have lost their jobs.

          Unemployment has skyrocketed.

          The National Debt has soared due to back-to-back stimulus packages. (Are we being handed to the Chinese?

          We have been told to vote by mail.

          The democrats changed voting rules and laws which make the election of November 3^rd, 2020 seriously in question.

          We have been forced to accept the electoral college counts as we are out of time to further investigate and clarify election results.

          Now President Joseph Biden sits at his desk signing executive order after executive order which will further hobble our economy and our freedoms. Rumor has it that either Susan Rice or Kamala Harris or both are assisting him.

          25,000 soldiers from the National Guard are stationed at Washington DC for unspecified reasons. It is my understanding that Nancy ordered them and has not sent them home.

          Meanwhile Oregon continues to burn at the hand of Antifa.

          We celebrate Black History month as if nothing has changed.

          Black Lives Matter has been accepted as part of our recent history.

          Joe Biden just signed an executive order that destroys the Civil Rights Act of 1964 and much of Revere d Martin Luther King, Jr.’s legacy.  

          President Trump was impeached for a second time thanks to Nancy Pelosi and others. The Senate did not remove former President Trump from office. They couldn’t; he was already gone.

          We are already gone, too. We are not your subjects anymore, Nancy. We are looking past you into the future.

          You and you like you with lose in the next elections.

          We will be free.

His name was Incitatus. (His name has nothing to do with inciting a riot.) This was the name of Emperor Caligula’s favorite horse, the one that, legend has it, was ceremoniously lead onto the floor of the Senate.

Emperor Caligula didn’t have morals any higher than President Joe Biden’s but at least he had a sense of humor.

To try former President Donald Trump in unconstitutional impeachment trial with the pretense of removing him from office — a office that he has already vacated — is as absurd as bringing a horse onto the Senate floor. A reductio ad absurdum.

“Article II, Section 4:

The President, Vice President and all civil Officers of the United States, shall be removed from Office on Impeachment for, and Conviction of, Treason, Bribery, or other high Crimes and Misdemeanors.” – U. S. Constitution

(Need I point out that the current president is now President Joe Biden and the Constitution is now therefore referring to him.) What’s more, don’t you realize this is just another ploy by the democrats to distract you from what is really going on – an effort to steal the country by executive action and other high crimes and misdemeanors.

It’s a sleight of hand. Don’t you get it?

I know Trump was mean to you and Heidi. We saw that. But former President Trump has been good for the country and the Constitution. We wanted you for our president in 2016 but Trump wanted it more. He’s a street fighter and he saw you as an obstacle. He had to get you out of the way so he could win the primary. I apologize for that. But you will have your turn.

Continuing with this absurd “trial” will go down in history as your big mistake.

Please don’t go there.

It’s been a year since my annual dental check-up. I obediently brought my mask with me and entered the building.

Changes had been made in the waiting room. There were no magazines to read. Surfaces were zen-like clean.

Before I went in, I was asked to fill out a form asking if I’d been sick, had a cough, etc.

Inside, my temperature was taken by touching a thermometer to my forehead. I was given an additionally diluted 3% solution of hydrogen peroxide as a mouth rinse.

In the exam room the dentist wore double masks plus a clear plastic face shield.

Every surface of the exam room was wiped down before and after I used was there.

I don’t remember being treated this way when everyone was freaked out about contracting HIV. What to that anyway — being freaked out about contracting HIV.

Is the virus du jour like a fad? Attention fades away.

No one asked me if I’d had the COVID-19 or if I’d been inoculated against it.

I’m pretty sure I was exposed when someone in my household tested positive and was sick for four days. I coughed for about two minutes and exhibited no other symptoms.

Can we get back to work now?

I’ve been writing a romance but it has a political twist. It is about a young couple who find each other during the 1960’s. That was a decade packed with politics. Shall I send you chapters? You can make suggestions before I publish.

My idea is to post the chapters one at a time online.

What do you think?

I once wrote an article on political prisoners. It was back in the time when Flynn and Manafort and others were being sent to jail or prison for political reasons. I hadn’t believed until then that America even had political prisoners. But times have changed. The bad democrats have been throwing people in jail for political reasons using trumped up charges. How did we get here?

Today there’s an article online about a cowboy that is languishing in solitary because of (I believe) his politics.

Like that old Willie Nelson song “My Heroes Have Always been Cowboys,” I have a special place in my heart for cowboys. I could never understand the derogatory term “He’s a cowboy.” My grandfather was a cowboy. They are the greatest. Cowboys are real men. They work hard and get an honest job done. They seem to have a forthright simplicity about them. And they’re ruggedly handsome. Of course, this is all an ideal. But what’s not to like?

Cowboys have a special place in Heaven marked out for them with green pastures and open fields. Whether fenced or not, married or not, there is a freedom about them. They don’t belong in a big city rubbing shoulders with the rest of us or especially the corrupt and Godless folks out there in DC.

Today’s news article is about “Cowboys for Trump.” I can understand cowboys wanting to be for Trump. Trump is also a simple soul of sorts. Even though he has spent the last four years in Washington, he is untouched by the swamp. Even though he lived in New York with millions of people, he remained free as if he roamed the country on his trusty steed.

Some people are like that. Free, no matter what.

Why do they have a “Cowboy for Trump” in solitary confinement today? Solitary confinement is the worst of the worst of fences. On the surface of it, this seems wrong.

But, looking further, it gets worse. He’s been there for two weeks. I can’t even stand sheltering in place and this cowboy has been in solitary for fourteen days.

They say he has brought it on himself. He refused to take a coronavirus test. Yes, the coronavirus has imprisoned many of us with its new laws and regulations that seem to have come out of nowhere to put us in chains.

What else has he done? He has refused to talk to an attorney or judge. I didn’t think they would let a prisoner stay in solitary for not talking to the judge. How could this me? What happened to Habeas Corpus? What am I missing here?

He’s in jail for being stubborn? What? Are you telling me someone can’t just give him the test and stand him in front of a judge?

It turns out he was arrested on that infamous day, January 6, 2021. The day where the news pretended Trump was at fault and that someone had incited a riot without doing anything at all. George Orwell couldn’t have written the day better. Winston was given orders to rewrite history and he obediently did so. Then he passed the rewritten history on to be published all over the newspapers and on the evening television news like CBS. I personally watched what happened that day and searched for an honest report and couldn’t find an honest report anywhere. It was truly a day when American’s lights went out and we lived in a world created by and controlled by Pravda.

So, this cowboy is being held for what?
“Couy Griffin, an Otero County commissioner from southern New Mexico and founder of a horseback-riding group of Donald Trump promoters, has been charged by federal prosecutors with knowingly entering the Capitol grounds with the intent to disrupt government business.” (AP, para 2).

“Couy” — a good name for a cowboy. I want to see the movie. I love him already,

He didn’t do anything. He is truly a political prisoner. He entered the capital grounds. He had the “intention” of disrupting government business. Wow. What a bad person! Are you kidding me! He didn’t disrupt anything. He was thinking about it. It was wishful thinking. What is this? The thought police?

Then he left peacefully and was not arrested.

About eleven days later on January 17 he returned. He spoke about being opposed to the election and the results that went for Biden.. He didn’t want Biden to be inaugurated. Yeah, and about 74,000,000 of us.

After his arrest he was angry and yelled at police officers and banged on his cell door. Where’s the crime here? Being angry is a crime now?

“Griffin has said he wasn’t involved in violence at the U.S. Capitol and never went inside the building as he waded among throngs of Trump supporters on an outer balcony.” (AP, para 6).

Now he is being held without bail as he is a flight risk? What! He owns a gun. (Yes, we have the Second Amendment). He has spoken out against the election. (So, there’s the First Amendment).

He just seems like a real American. He thought he had freedoms. Was he wrong? Are we all wrong now?

They can’t arrest all of us can they?

Or are we already on arrest? House arrest.

Chilling.

**

Reference:

Associated Press, New Mexico politics.
‘Cowboys for Trump’ leader held in solitary confinement on charge stemming from U.S. Capitol riot. January 30, 2021.

The left has an interesting way of naming things. The Affordable Healthcare Act isn’t affordable. “Every vote counts” means to someone on the left that we must count votes of people who voted twice or who are dead or who aren’t American citizens. Leftish Newspeak twists everything.

When words lose their meaning, communication halts.

To those of us who aren’t members of BLM, we think, “Of course black lives matter. We honor the voice of everyone, black or white. We hate racism. We want to see racism stamped out in this country.”

But something else seems to be going on here.

Last summer, in the U. S., there were several violent deaths associated with Black Lives Matter.

In July, a woman said “all lives matter” and for that she was shot and killed. Suddenly we are all speechless. With death, the debate has ended and we are lost behind a cloak of fear and confusion.

Violence obliterates the message.

I spoke with an acquaintance of mine from my community — a family man with a good job and a nice home. I asked him if he supports Black Lives Matter.

He said he did.

“Do you think they are a terrorist organization?”

He said no.

“Why do you support them?” I continued.

“It’s for my daughter and the future,” was his answer.

I was puzzled, but didn’t pursue it further.

I read an article this morning that someone was nominating the Black Lives Matter movement for a Nobel Peace Prize.

The person making the nomination is a socialist named Petter Eide from Norway. What would Orwell’s Newspeak have to say about the use of the word “peace” in this instance.

I’m shaking my head. What is going on here?

I would love to hear from you.

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Reference:

Margolis, Matt. “NO JOKE: Black Lives Matter Movement Nominated for Nobel Peace Prize.” Patriotic Daily Press January 30, 2021. Retrieved online at https://patriotdailypress.com/2021/01/30/no-joke-black-lives-matter-movement-nominated-for-nobel-peace-prize/ on January 30, 2021.

Nancy is crafty and she may have a diabolical plan to step up from third in line to first.

What if Biden makes an ass of himself while he is signing dozens of executive orders? That would serve two purposes. He would be a prime target for being removed from office as incompetent and America would be pushed further into socialism.

Turf Wars

By

Janet Rasmusson Wherry

 

          I’m only ten years old but I love to write and sometimes my imagination runs away with me.

          I had the most amazing dream. I’ll try to explain it to you. I hope I can write it all down just as it happened.

          The world is a waterfall of people. A dam is constructed at the top to hold water. Babies are born at the top. That’s where they belong. They have no fault in this.

          Toward the middle, it gets confusing. People scramble up to the top, searching for lost innocence. Others are falling to the bottom where it’s dark and fiery. They complain  bitterly about being lied to.

          January 21, 2021 was the day of the Great Catastrophe. For some reason, water was released from the dam and it caused a big mudslide. The media was very excited by this and immediately reported all lives were lost beneath the mucky goo. Even mine. Mom read about our deaths in the evening news. Aunt Celia watched it on CNN. So sad. And scary. According to the reports, we were all lost under the mud.

          But a miracle happened. A gentle rain came. And a rainbow blossomed above us, soft blues at the bottom and orange and reds at the top. The raindrops washed away the heaviest layer of mud and we began to push our way out to the surface.

          I popped my head up and looked around. I could see everywhere, even to the oceans.

          There was a volcanic island in the Pacific which was covered with people. They were all looking at me. I knew who they were from my current events class. They were the leaders of the great Democrat Party. The volcano was belching poisonous gases and there was a terrible smell of sulfur in the air. A report said winds were expected to carry the fumes all across America.

          Some leaders from the volcano stepped onto a large Viking ship. The ship floated like magic towards the mainland. At the bow was the Speaker of the House. She called herself Kohra the Goddess. I don’t know why. She was all-powerful and the wind was whipping her hair with madness.

          Meanwhile, people were slowly finding their way out of the muck.

          “Bobby!”

          My grandmother was calling to me. She loves me a lot. I’m only a kid but she talks to me as if I’m a grown up. She likes my Lego collection and I like her funny stories. She is proud of me for being the one who started my school newspaper. I like being a reporter. I told my grandmother that I was gathering information for the story of the aftermath of the slide.

          “I don’t understand everything that’s going on but I’m going to write about it anyway,” I told her. “I’m just a reporter getting a scoop and it’s a complicated story, but I’ve been taking notes.”

          “That’s fine, Bobby, I’m sure you’ll do a wonderful job.”

          I showed her my notebook.

          “I’ll read you what I’ve got,” I said. “Today is Monday, January 25, and we are finding survivors today after several days of darkness. I found myself this morning. I realized I was alive when I woke up before dawn. That gave me time to find my paper and my pencil. I am reporting the news from Santa Rosa, California where I live. Before writing I had to make sure my mother was alive. She is alive. I heard her singing with the angels. She isn’t an angel yet but she likes singing with them. She’s a great singer you know. I found my sister. She doesn’t know what happened either. All she knows is she was doing homework and all of a sudden there was darkness and she couldn’t breathe and we were all covered with a terrible ooze and couldn’t find each other. It was nightmarish. I was very afraid. But I’ve been in touch with my best friends by text and heard from them. Everything is going to be all right.”

          “I love it,” she said.

          “Here comes Kohra now,” I said to my grandmother.

          Grandmawaved good-bye just as the Viking ship approached.

          “Kohra, you want me to call you Kohra, right?” I said. “I’m glad to meet you. I see that you are one of the few survivors of this disaster. How did you avoid being swept up by the mudslide and buried?”

          “Master Bobby,” she said, “It was good planning. It was months and months of good planning. I recommend being always prepared for any natural disaster. I have a new stimulus plan for the people. It’s my most expensive one yet. The funds will help all good Democrats, the homeless, felons and illegals. It pays for abortions and everything. It will bring trillions of dollars into the government coffers. Just remember us in the next election. We’ll figure out a way you can vote. Can you vote yet? How old are you? Never mind. We’ll work it out.”

          “I heard from the upper angels that someone opened the dam, that this may have been on purpose,” I said. “So, that’s not true?”

          “Of course not, I would never do that. And none of my groupies would either.” She looked away briefly and then back at me. “Remember we are bringing you free education in the public schools. Be sure to use the Internet for your assignments. And cell phones and video games.”

          She started to leave but wanted to tell me one last thing. “One more thing. I think the republicans did it. They aren’t to be trusted you know. They are racists and homophobes and deplorables and white supremacists. They don’t believe in global warming. You know the list. It’s too long to go into. All right. I have to go.”

          “Thank you for your comments,” I said.

          I watched the Speaker of the House as she floated away.

          How is she doing that, I wondered? What makes their ship float like that over everyone?

          “Bobby!”

          A tall older man was waving at me, desperately trying to get my attention.

          “Bobby.”

          I was incredulous. It was my grandfather. It had to be him. It couldn’t be anyone else. But – but – grandpa was dead. How can this be?

          My grandfather made his way over the muck to me.

          “But – How is it that you can be here?” I asked.

          “I’m an undecided,” he said. “No one knows what to do with me yet. At least that’s what I think is going on because I haven’t gone anywhere since they scattered my ashes at Devil’s Slide. I’m waiting. But I find this whole operation you’ve got here fascinating.”

          “What do you mean?”

          “The physics of it is intriguing,” he said. “I’ve been studying it since I got here. Do you know the whole thing is gravity-fed? It’s very simple, but ingenious. The angels and newborns are at the top and the regular people are just below them. The liars are at the bottom and the ones they lied to are in the middle. Some are struggling with addiction and mental illness, as you know. Others are keeping busy not to try to think about it. Some are trying hard to figure it all out so they can make sound decisions. Everybody’s different.”

          “What’s that dark red further on?” I asked.

          “That’s going toward Hell. You have Heaven up here, with the newborns next,” he said, making sweeping gestures with his arms, “Then life itself with all its ins and outs, then the doldrums where the undecided are and then Hell. I believe there are different levels of Hell. Some souls are more lost than others.”

          “But Grandpa, you told us you don’t believe in God.”

          “Did I say anything about God? I’m just looking at the physics. It’s an amazing plan. Gravity carries us through Time just like we suspected!”

          “It’s great to see you Grandpa, but I have a question, just to clarify. You said some people have a choice which way to go, up or down?”

          “Yes, but it’s much harder to go up than down. A great deal of energy must be expended to move up this waterfall. It’s very easy to go down. It’s all about the Laws of Thermodynamics.”

          Grandpa was looking around.

          “Have you seen Guericke or Carnot? Or anyone who understands what’s happening? I don’t know why the water doesn’t put the fires of Hell out. I need to ask.”

          “No, Grandpa, I haven’t.” I watched as my grandfather hurried away. He was so excited about all this.

          I spotted a glint of gold. Not wanting to miss a good interview, I walked over to the ex-president to ask him a few questions.  He was brushing off the muck and cursing the swamp. He even had goo on his orange hair and his cheek. He was a bit unhappy about it.

          “Sir,” I said, “Would you like to say a few words to the people?”

          “Yes, thank you,” he said, continuing to brush himself off.  “I’ve been attacked. We’ve been attacked. I can’t say who did it but, I’m telling you it was done. We are digging ourselves out. Digging out. We will return, never doubt that. We will return stronger than before.”

          “So, you believe this was not an accident. Or act of God?”

          “God doesn’t pull the plug on His people. This was not an act of God. Not an act of God.”

          He straightened his bright red tie and flicked a clump of crud to the ground.  

          “Just remember, young man, God is still in the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution. It’s on our money. It’s on the Pledge. God is everywhere.”

          “Did God make the waterfall?” I asked.

          “I’m sure he did. He is all powerful. America is God’s country after all. It’s the promised land. The promised land. And the Republican Party represents all good, God-fearing people. Not like the other party which has turned its back on God.” 

          I was jotting it all as quickly as I could.

          “And one more thing,” he said, “It may look like we lost but we won.”

          “Mr. ex-president, you say you won. Just exactly what does that mean? A new president is in the White House.”

          “Loss is an illusion created by the Left. We’ve already one. We just have to get the word out, passed those that would sensor us. We’re still counting votes. By the time we are done, we’ll have 65%. This is a War of Information.”

          “Will you run again in 2024?”

          “I’ll decide on that when the time comes. We will make America great again. It will be great.”

          After Mr. Trump left, I ran to my mother. “I just talked to the ex-president and the Speaker of the House,” Bobby said. “I interviewed them. And I saw grandpapa.”

          “Bobby, wake up,” my mother was saying to me. “You’re dreaming.”

          I rubbed my eyes.

          “Mom, Mom, I just had the most amazing dream. You were an angel and you were singing in Heaven and all the angels were looking down at us and watching. I wrote it all down in an interview. It was amazing.”

          “All right dear,” she said, tucking me in.

          “The Speaker of the House calls herself Kohra the Goddess. I don’t know why. She said most of her followers are near the bottom. She says it doesn’t matter so long as they vote. It’s a lot to understand, but I took notes. And I have more questions for Grandpa. I wanted to know how Kohra’s Viking ship floated over America.”

          “Your Grandpa?”

          “No wait. You’re right. I can’t ask Grandpa.”

          I felt bad. I shouldn’t have said that about grandpa. Mom misses him so much. I didn’t want to make her sad.

          “Go back to sleep, Bobby. I’ll turn out the light.”

          “All right, Mom, I want to see what happens next.” I turned over and nestled into my bed. “I’ll let you know.”

          She smoothed down my hair and sang me a lullaby. Soon I was fast asleep.

I’m only ten years old but I love to write and sometimes my imagination runs away with me.

          I had the most amazing dream. I’ll try to explain it to you. I hope I can write it all down just as it happened.

          The world is a waterfall of people. A dam is constructed at the top to hold water. Babies are born at the top. That’s where they belong. They have no fault in this.

          Toward the middle, it gets confusing. People scramble up to the top, searching for lost innocence. Others are falling to the bottom where it’s dark and fiery.

          January 21, 2021 was the day of the Great Catastrophe. For some reason, water was released from the dam and it caused a big mudslide. The media was very excited by this and immediately reported all lives were lost beneath the mucky goo. Even mine. Mom read about our deaths in the evening news. Aunt Celia watched it on CNN. So sad. And scary. According to the reports, we were all lost under the mud.

          But a miracle happened. A gentle rain came. And a rainbow blossomed above us, soft blues at the bottom and orange and reds at the top. The raindrops washed away the heaviest layer of mud and we began to push our way out to the surface.

          I popped my head up and looked around. I could see everywhere, even to the oceans.

          There was a volcanic island in the Pacific which was covered with people. They were all looking at me. I knew who they were from my current events class. They were the leaders of the great Democrat Party. The volcano was belching poisonous gases and there was a terrible smell of sulfur in the air. A report said winds were expected to carry the fumes all across America.

          Some leaders from the volcano stepped onto a large Viking ship. The ship floated like magic towards the mainland. At the bow was the Speaker of the House. She called herself Kohra the Goddess. I don’t know why. She was all-powerful and the wind was whipping her hair with madness.

          Meanwhile, people were slowly finding their way out of the muck.

          “Bobby!”

          My grandmother was calling to me. She loves me a lot. I’m only a kid but she talks to me as if I’m a grown up. She likes my Lego collection and I like her funny stories. She is proud of me for being the one who started my school newspaper. I like being a reporter. I told my grandmother that I was gathering information for the story of the aftermath of the slide.

          “I don’t understand everything that’s going on but I’m going to write about it anyway,” I told her. “I’m just a reporter getting a scoop and it’s a complicated story, but I’ve been taking notes.”

          “That’s fine, Bobby, you’ll do a wonderful job.”

          I showed her my notebook.

          “I’ll read you what I’ve got,” I said. “Today is Monday, January 25, and we are finding survivors today after several days of darkness. I found myself this morning. I realized I was alive when I woke up before dawn. That gave me time to find my paper and my pencil. I am reporting the news from Santa Rosa, California where I live. Before writing I had to make sure my mother was alive. She is alive. I heard her singing with the angels. She isn’t an angel yet but she likes singing with them. She’s a great singer you know. I found my sister. She doesn’t know what happened either. All she knows is she was doing homework and all of a sudden there was darkness and she couldn’t breathe and we were all covered with a terrible ooze and couldn’t find each other. It was nightmarish. I was very afraid. I’ve been in touch with my best friends by text and heard from them. Everything is going to be all right.”

          “I love it,” she said.

          “Here comes Kohra now.”

          My grandmother waved good-bye just as the Viking ship approached.

          “Kohra, you want me to call you Kohra, right?” I said. “I’m glad to meet you. I see that you are one of the few survivors of this disaster. How did you avoid being swept up by the mudslide and buried?”

          “Master Bobby,” she said, “Good planning. It was months and months of good planning. I recommend being always prepared for any natural disaster. I have a new stimulus plan for the people. It’s my most expensive one yet. The funds will help all good Democrats, the homeless, felons and illegals. It pays for abortions and everything. It will bring trillions of dollars into the government coffers. Just remember us in the next election. We’ll figure out a way you can vote. Can you vote yet? How old are you? Never mind. We’ll work it out.”

          “I heard from the upper angels that someone opened the dam, that this may have been on purpose,” I said. “So, that’s not true?”

          “Of course not, I would never do that. And none of my groupies would either. Remember we are bringing you free education in the public schools. Be sure to use the Internet for your assignments. And cell phones and video games.”

          She started to leave but wanted to tell me one last thing. “One more thing. I think the republicans did it. They aren’t to be trusted you know. They are racists and homophobes and deplorables and white supremacists. They don’t believe in global warming. You know the list. It’s too long to go into. All right. I have to go.”

          “Thank you for your comments,” I said.

          I watched the Speaker of the House as she floated away.

          How is she doing that, I wondered? What makes their ship float like that over everyone?

          “Bobby!”

          A tall older man was waving at me, desperately trying to get my attention.

          “Bobby.”

          I was incredulous. It was my grandfather. It had to be him. It couldn’t be anyone else. But – but – grandpa was dead. How can this be?

          My grandfather made his way over the muck to me.

          “But – How is it that you can be here?” I asked.

          “I’m an undecided,” he said. “No one knows what to do with me yet. At least that’s what I think is going on because I haven’t gone anywhere since they scattered my ashes at Devil’s Slide. I’m waiting. But I find this whole operation you’ve got here fascinating.”

          “What do you mean?”

          “The physics of it is intriguing,” he said. “I’ve been studying it since I got here. Do you know the whole thing is gravity-fed? It’s very simple, but ingenious. The angels and newborns are at the top and the regular people are just below them. The liars are at the bottom and the ones they lied to are in the middle. Some are struggling with addiction and mental illness, as you know. Others are keeping busy not to try to think about it. Some are trying hard to figure it all out so they can make sound decisions. Everybody’s different.”

          “What’s that dark red further on?” I asked.

          “That’s going toward Hell. You have Heaven up here, with the newborns next,” he said, making sweeping gestures with his arms, “Then life itself with all its ins and outs, then the doldrums where the undecided are and then Hell. I believe there are different levels of Hell. Some souls are more lost than others.”

          “But Grandpa, you told us you don’t believe in God.”

          “Did I say anything about God? I’m just looking at the physics. It’s an amazing plan. Gravity carries us through Time just like we suspected!”

          “It’s great to see you Grandpa, but I have a question, just to clarify. You said some people have a choice which way to go, up or down?”

          “Yes, but it’s much harder to go up than down. A great deal of energy must be expended to move up this waterfall. It’s very easy to go down. It’s all about the Laws of Thermodynamics.”

          Grandpa was looking around.

          “Have you seen Guericke or Carnot? Or anyone who understands what’s happening? I don’t know why the water doesn’t put the fires of Hell out. I need to ask.”

          “No, Grandpa, I haven’t.” I watched as my grandfather hurried away. He was so excited about all this.

          I spotted a glint of gold. Not wanting to miss a good interview, I walked over to the ex-president to ask him a few questions.  He was brushing off the muck and cursing the swamp. He even had goo on his orange hair and his cheek. He was a bit unhappy about it.

          “Sir,” I said, “Would you like to say a few words to the people?”

          “Yes, thank you,” he said, continuing to brush himself off.  “I’ve been attacked. We’ve been attacked. I can’t say who did it but, I’m telling you it was done. We are digging ourselves out. Digging out. We will return, never doubt that. We will return stronger than before.”

          “So, you believe this was not an accident. Or act of God?”

          “God doesn’t pull the plug on His people. This was not an act of God. Not an act of God.”

          He straightened his bright red tie and flicked a clump of crud to the ground.  

          “Just remember, young man, God is still in the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution. It’s on our money. It’s on the Pledge. God is everywhere.”

          “Did God make the waterfall?” I asked.

          “I’m sure he did. He is all powerful. America is God’s country after all. It’s the promised land. The promised land. It may look like we lost but we won.”

          “Mr. ex-president, you say you won. Just exactly what does that mean? A new president is in the White House.”

          “Loss is an illusion created by the Left. We’ve already one. We just have to get the word out, passed Zuckerberg somehow, and the others. Many others. We’re still counting votes. By the time we are done, we’ll have 65%. This is a War of Information.”

          “Will you run again in 2024?”

          “I’ll decide on that when the time comes. We will make America great again. It will be great.”

          After Mr. Trump left, I ran to my mother. “I just talked to the president and the speaker of the house,” Bobby said. “I interviewed them. And I saw grandpapa.”

          “Bobby, wake up,” my mother was saying to me. “You’re dreaming.”

          I rubbed my eyes.

          “Mom, Mom, I just had the most amazing dream. You were an angel and you were singing in Heaven and all the angels were looking down at us and watching. I wrote it all down in an interview. It was amazing.”

          “All right dear,” she said, tucking me in.

          “The Speaker of the House calls herself Kohra the Goddess. I don’t know why. She said most of her followers are near the bottom. She says it doesn’t matter so long as they vote. It’s a lot to understand, but I took notes. And I have more questions for Grandpa. I wanted to know how Kohra’s Viking ship floated over America.”

          “Your Grandpa?”

          “No wait. You’re right. I can’t ask Grandpa.”

          I felt bad. I shouldn’t have said that about grandpa. Mom misses him so much. I didn’t want to make her sad.

          “Go back to sleep, Bobby. I’ll turn out the light.”

          “All right, Mom, I want to see what happens next.” I turned over and nestled into my bed. “I’ll let you know.”          

She smoothed down my hair and sang me a lullaby. Soon I was fast asleep.

I was a victim of robo-signing back in 2009 when a bank signed my documents automatically and caused me a pile of trouble.

Now it looks as if Joe Biden is robo–signing documents that will affect our county. Rumor has it that Susan Rice is assisting Joe and that Joe may or may not even be present.

Apparently, Joe is signing so many documents within the first days of his presidency that there is no way he can possibly be reading it all.

I fear that with every document our country draws further from Freedom and closer to Tyranny.

We are in the hands of the mindless.

Can someone check the signatures? I want to know who is signing our country away.