We have lost our way. And it is not our fault. The government that is supposed to represent us has turned against us. And that is not democracy.

So tell me. Where do we go from here. The painful reality is that we as Americans do not like each other very much. You sense it when venturing out on our roadways. People are angry, confrontational, hostile. And that is a reflection of the mood of the country. Trump lovers like the way he tells it like it is. And he don’t take no shit.

But Trump is a problem, not a solution. When he says he loves America, I will translate… he loves what America has done for him and what he has done to America. He is a guy who made nothing on his own but rode the coattails of his rich, scheming father. Because if nothing else, the wealthy in this country have learned to work the system to perpetuate their legacies throughout generations. Money. All about money. All about how to get it. All about being left out of it. Let’s be clear. The attraction of Trump is his ability to navigate the fringes of legality. His apparent no bullshit taking, tell it like it is, pussy grabbing persona  has grabbed the attention and adulation of a disenfranchised segment of society which is large and growing more angry and disgruntled with each passing day of Trump turmoil.

Chock full o’ nuts used to be a coffee but now it’s how the White House is staffed. It’s a whirlwind caused by the constant fanning from the revolving door on the West Wing. With the departure of Sarah Sanders we are left to endure endless, mindless Tweets and the occasional helicopter press conference. And that’s better than what we got from Sarah.

What we have here is an inability to communicate. Lots of talking but no capice. And now the upstart freshman Democrat element is beating the drum for impeachment. I, and it pains me to say this, agree with Pelosi: impeachment like revenge is best served cold. Cold, hard, factual links showing a straight line from Trump to Putin. And Pelosi knows, it’s not there because it’s not there. Oh Trump colluded, conspired and slept with the Russians but the slippery flim flammer left no bread crumbs. There may be crumbs, but as of yet undiscovered. Maybe the crumbs are in his tax returns or maybe in Putin’s video library. A perfect storm in a perfect world.

Stay strong my friends. Vote early, vote often.