My friend who I had a couple beers with last weekend sang me some song about daddy selling Trump flags out of the back of his van to the tune of a John Prine number; I can't remember which. I was very drunk and so was he; nevertheless, such an affront demands a response, and this is what I came up with. We are very lucky to live in the present as opposed to pretty much any time from the past. Still, I didn't foresee witnessing the fall of the Republic. It doesn't have to fall if we do something. Every little bit helps.
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