I do not believe Donald Trump has been broken by his irrefutable failures as President. I believe he was flawed at birth and, quite possibly, born soul-less.
That he grew (small emphasis on grew) to become the adult version of the jaundiced, one-eyed sociopath he’d been as a child; and whose pathology was coddled, nurtured and cultivated by an equally sociopathic father.
Continue reading “Donald Trump Is a Broken Man”
I love the game of football, almost as much as I love this country, and have the added privilege of being able to take my son to a few NFL games during the regular season. That said, I really don’t know right now if I will take a knee in protest or if I will stand during the playing of the national anthem at the next game we attend. I also do not know which military veterans I would be openly disrespecting, as some folks have implied, if I were to take that knee. Or, for that matter, which ones I would be honoring if I decide to stand?
Would it be the thousands of veterans who sacrificed their lives in the service of this country defending the belief in the truth the all men are created equal, Continue reading “Come Sunday?”