Between The Storm And The Sunset, C. P. AsheDina c. 2012
As I was crafting this graphic, I was reminded of my childhood on Long Island. A storm would be moving inland from the ocean. As the storm was rolling in, the sunset would be prevalent.
It reminds me of how things are at present. The sun beckoning to stay visible, but the thunder and force…. too strong against the fading setting…..
I remember a time in America when Americans were just Americans. Now, there are still Americans.. and then there are Communists. Communists that are proud to be traitors to this once great country. When I was young, nobody was liberal, nobody was conservative, nobody was libertarian.
It’s all one great big clusterf’ck, isn’t it?
I made this for Jericho, a southern man sick of the federal ‘union’ as am I:
See his thought in this post.. The South was right and we should divorce from this god-forsaken federal.
Song that demonstrates what I feel, now: