On the rare occasion when I am wake up and set about my day without kicking my toe trying to creep out of the bedroom in the dark trying not to wake Linda, or reading a news item about what some idiot in Washington, Florida or Texas said and when I can imagine an America where millions of people do not revere #45, who should actually be designated #2**, I am at a loss for words.
Perhaps I should accept this as the new normal, take a deep healing breath and embrace change. Let me offer this sincere wish in lieu of more frequent vituperative remarks:
Have a nice day!
(** Editor’s Note: Since Fred seems to have mellowed (hopefully for today only) I must step in and explain, for the more literal of his readers, That #45 refers to a president and #2 refers to the bodily waste that occupies #45’s cranium in lieu of a brain.)