If I Were A Betting Man

I'm not a betting man, but if I were, I'd wager I will come under fire once again in the local rag edited by the malignant bald one.

During a recent Face Book session, I chided the malignant one about his lies regarding my position in the 2010 election of Judge Davie Greer. He can't take the Truth so he resorted to his now familiar screed against my brother and me. It is tiresome, but he only knows to attack when cornered. Rats are the same everywhere.

I honestly think there can be reconciliation and cooperation, and I will continue to work toward a successful collaboration. If I fail, it won't be because I haven't tried.

Our local GOP is failing. We suffer for lack of effective leadership through no fault of the troops. Our leadership suffers for unforeseen circumstances, and I am empathetic. I hope no one ever again encounters life-threatening cancer. The disease prompts one immediately to fear for life. It affects every part of one's being. A positive mental attitude is the best defense, and one must concentrate solely on the task of beating the evil malignancy. With the care of loved ones and effective treatment, and that all-important mental attitude of victory, one can recover. Too many have survived for anyone to lose hope. I know. I will soon have three full years without cancer, and I expect to live a lot longer. Positive mental energy and the love of my family and friends have gotten me here.

So you see, all else pales. I just want the best possible future for my sons, my family, and my community of friends. I want that community to grow and to include even those who don't like me very much. I just need to learn a bit of tolerance for those who choose to tear down instead of build up. I want to be a builder, and I am committed to improving the place where I live.

Just please don't tell me I can bring about great improvement by moving away.