it can't be denied. Look closely. His eyes are dead. There is no life there. He is old, true, but his eyes are weary. His spirit is combative. Even he agrees that Trump must rebrand himself. It can't be done. My mother took herself from notorious whore to false preacher and raged when anyone reminded her she was a former whore.
We were just as miserable with her as a preacher as we were when she was just a promiscuous whore. We had to live with Martha never being wrong. We had to live with a ready apology, an instant gift, a condescending joke. We lived with the ability to be the butt of her constant jokes, to be readily ridiculed.
I learned to never have any money. To never be chosen, liked or appreciated. Sure I was honored a few times. I was Teacher of the Year. That felt good. I did not get one extra penny however.
Teachers are poverty stricken. Single teachers, that is. A one salaried, B.S. degreed, T-4 teacher is pretty much a very low wage earner. Far too many intellectuals are forced to live in near poverty.
Something happened. The middle class shrunk drastically. Money or no money I will trust GOD. How much money do I need? How many cars can I drive? How many houses can I sleep in?
What can any of us take with us?
Your name, you dignity, your word. That is all you have. I will not sellout to the likes of Donald Trump. I know him. I know his type.
If Donald Trump is supposed to be our President, if America prefers the likes of such man, so be it.
Praise the LORD!
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