Fist-pounding Mad in 313

Just watched the news with the girl from 313 and I’m fury-filled, fist-pounding mad. They are babies! They didn’t choose to come. And we sleep them on cold concrete in filthy rags wracked by hunger. Make America great again? Let him lay aside his fun and games and hop aboard his blue-bellied airplane and fly to those pens of shame. Let him warm a child in his arms and cry.

Hey, you say, you’re really mad!  You damn right.  And if you’re not, shame on you.

Old Grumpy Lloyd