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“Pompeo declares American way of life 'is under attack,' hits NYT’s 'Marxist' 1619 project in fiery speech”

The American way of ignorance is under attack.


 “Vatican to Bishops: Believe Little Kids, Investigate All Sex-Abuse Claims”

Vatican, you should have always believed the little kids! Your turning a blind eye to their suffering has been well documented, so excuse me if I somehow doubt your claim.


“Canada to inessential US travelers: Please stay home”

Are WE all inessential travelers, unless we’re feeding, clothing and sheltering those in need? Aren't we inessential over all if we're not living, loving and laughing?
Here and Now…


“'Science should not stand in the way' of schools reopening, White House Press Secretary Kayleigh McEnany says”

 The puppet's of doublespeak,
One side of the mouth says eek,
The other side says all's well,
In the meantime, the strings swell,
They tighten our incuriousness,
They bulge within to a fury, so we love less,
But at what price, what inessential cost
Will our purpose and need be wholly lost?
~
© 2017 Mark Richard Prime


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