Professor Harold Hill warned the residents of River City, Iowa, that the presence of a pool hall in their city had the potential of being disastrous to the town’s youth. Without a note of musical ability he sold the town everything needed to start a band including music lessons he was unable to provide. As happens on Broadway and Hollywood it all worked out in the end.
Well we got trouble my friends, trouble right here in all our cities. Our own version of a deranged Harold Hill on steroids is about to assume leadership of the country, promising to spend millions to deport honest people (and a few not) searching for a new life and promising nothing to his citizens but vengeance and hate.
Problem is our trouble is not with a capital T that rhymes with P and stands for pool.
Our capital T stands for something a great deal worse than a game of pool where “any boob can take and shove a ball in a pocket.”
Our Flim-flam man has our lives in his hands. When things go south, remember for whom YOU voted.
I suppose I could be wrong…Let’s hope!