From the failing NYT
I awoke this morning from a nightmare in which I was threatening a dear (Republican) friend – literally ending our friendship with venomous language in my dream. Sorry, Susie – not your fault.
Vote early! Vote often! Impeach their sorry asses! There is no defeat with grace. I don’t know many Republicans. And I will know fewer now. Grab pussy. Drink. Lie. Cheat. Shout. Call it fake news. Pass your agenda at any cost. Your end is near. Ignore the will of the people. But I am on the side of the good and of the majority.
VOTE THEM OUT!
Speaking of the Golden Horseshoe, I won the award. It is given out for the four highest scores on an exam per county in West Virginia. The exam is on all things WV. Chip Hilton – Claire Bee books. Yup, I read them, so I got the question right. I had a clue I had done well on the test while walking home with and being questioned by Anne. I had gotten a lot of trivia/trivial questions right.
I remember reading a red book to learn about all things good and wonderful about the state. It must have stuck. I was a winner. And the prize? A golden horseshoe pin and a trip to Charleston, the capital. Here I am the token minority standing next to the secretary of education. It always stuck with me that I was hustled to the front to stand with him. It wasn’t an honor. It was a photo op and political. Years later I get that. It’s no big deal. But on some level even and eighth grader gets it. I just didn’t process the event till much later. At least we were not dependent upon an Argus C3 to capture the moment.