The 1960's called, and they want their foreign policy back.
I had a haircut and a shave. Spiffed. Suitably spiffed, in my own terms, and ready for love.
I think of Confuseus pounding his shoe on his desk, swearing all the while to bury the greatest nation on earth. Better pack a sack lunch and invite some friends, boy.
We don't roll over for nobody. Not even the Leftist Minority, loud as they are.
Don't worry; Donald will win handily in 2020. Still wont shut them up, but still. Less ammunition for rogue talking points. Dems working alongside KJU to undermine the American government.
A leftist dogpile of selective outrage, poured out on our elected officials; democrats destabilizing America.
And none with a clear argument.
And I shaved again since that time I mentioned above, where I had the haircut. I likes shaving. Recommend it. Hair cutting once took a periodic role, almost religious in its implications. Beset on all sides by the Walmart jokes? Cut your hair. It was like that.
I cut my hair as if shedding the collected filth of the world, and I always felt like I came out of the experience of the hair cut, in a word, fresh.