Sad eyes of a calf, motherless, bleating fed well to fatten worthy for eating, undeserving.
It was around noon of a sultry, overcast day. Martin Mint wasn’t sure what he’d do with the rest of it. Pausing, he wondered what he did with it so far. He got up too early, he knew, but even with one thin sheet and his bedroom windows open, sleep was impossible. It wasn’t always…Read more Silver Mint
Some Trump apologists are putting forward the notion his motives are entirely Machiavellian in his efforts to promote peace like the ‘peace’ achieved by being duped by Kim Jong Un of DPRK, Netanyahu of Israel, Mohammad Bin Salman Al Saud of Saudi Arabia and Assad of Syria. Some, recalling the living, waking terror of nuclear…Read more Who’s Zoomin’ Who?