The View from the Tenderloin
The View from the Tenderloin
It would seem like this year has been a perfect storm. The horror of the great fires. The red dawn of a week ago Wednesday will long be remembered. The great forests of the west are burning, and the smoke has reached Europe.
An inland hurricane smashes the mid-west, my home town of Cedar Rapids taking the brunt. An event that tried to blow them away while putting them firmly on the map.
The plague. This must take a coordinated national effort, and it's delay is crushing us. Millions of lives disrupted, jobs gone, death and destruction. No action will be taken until a new administration is in place, God willing.
We are racing towards the election of our lives. The Republic will stand or fall in a few short months.
“Then out spake brave Horatius,
The Captain of the Gate:
To every man upon this earth
Death cometh soon or late.
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers,
And the temples of his gods”
Hold those dear to you close
God save the Republic