It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair. (Charles Dickens)
"He's shown no interest in putting in the work, no interest in finding common ground, no interest in using the awesome power of his office to help anyone but himself and his friends, no interest in treating the presidency as anything but one more reality show that he can use to get the attention he craves," President Barack Obama on Wednesday, August 19, 2020
This phrase, It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, points out a major conflict between family and love, hatred and oppression, good and evil, light and darkness, and wisdom and folly. Dickens begins this tale with a vision that human prosperity cannot be matched with human despair.
President Donald Trump declined Wednesday to disavow the QAnon movement, saying that the followers of the extreme conspiracy theory oppose violent protests and that "I've heard these are people who love our country." When reminded by a reporter for NBC News that the movement's followers believe he is fighting to stop a satanic cult of pedophiles and cannibals, he asked: "Is that supposed to be a bad thing?" Trump said he didn't know much about the QAnon movement's followers, "other than I understand they like me very much, which I appreciate." Russian Asset Donald Trump, Wednesday, August 19, 2020
I watched and listened, as men and women spoke all ready to support, embrace Joe Biden and Kamala Harris, in an attempt to resurrect a dying and doomed democracy, conned and connived, purged and plundered by a Russian Asset a Russian Puppet, and a Band of Willing Republican Parasites and their Wealthy Domestic Terrorist Donors. I have read, reread, recounted, reviewed the past (almost three and fourth years, of pure sociopathic, narcissist, behavior, enabled by a man falling into the depths of dementia, and the putrid sickness of psychotic episodes. At a crossroads, now more than ever, but seemingly traveling to this destination, intentionally, time is no longer eager to remain on the side of GOOD! There is, for me no longer a debate a discussion but just DESTINY, vote BLUE or suffer the consequences from which the color RED, so evilly symbolizes!
