Cheryl Manon
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Dear Herman Wilkins
I just read your letter to Mr. Trump and wish I could join you in your hiatus in Mexico City. It looks like the perfect place to restore, revive and renew your body, mind, and soul. I love all the bright colors - they excite the artist in me. Half of Americans could use such a leave of absence, and I think Mr. Trump should pay for us all to take a vacation to recover from his derelict shenanigans. After all, we paid for all his golf trips. The other half, aka Trump supporters (the kindest way I can identify them) should be bussed (on a non-air conditioned bus) to the border, pushed off the bus as it keeps rolling, coerced by “bad hombres” into the river, and when they try to come back across be herded into cages, made to share a single toilet, sleep shoulder-to-shoulder on concrete floors, and scramble to catch rolls of paper towels being casually tossed among them. Let the punishment fit the crime.
By Cheryl Manon3 years ago in The Swamp
My Fresh Start
Twenty-twenty ... what a year! Am I right? As 2019 was winding down, as most people do, I was gearing up for 2020. I have battled depression for as long as I can remember, and I was beginning to build myself up to rise above it once and for all. I was searching Pinterest for motivating quotes and images and stuff like that. Then along comes COVID-19. Seriously?
By Cheryl Manon3 years ago in Motivation