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South Bend

We need to be proud of finally having become a nation of tolerance. If asked today, most wouldn’t be sure if our forefathers did the right thing taking up arms against Britain’s King George because they disliked taxation without representation. Or, in 1861, whether we did the right thing by fighting within our own country because wealthy southern aristocrats were taking care of disadvantaged individuals brought here by money mongers so future generations could claim part of Andrew Jackson’s dream.

Jackson, or Old Hickory, who is most known for his leadership during the War of 1812, as mayor of Horseshoe Bend, and as President of the United States, would be likely to vote for a democratic republican in this year’s presidential election.

But for which candidate that is will be a mystery for now, until things have played out by those who are happy in the deep south.

Nachos

Whatever the endeavor, an inner sense of discontent drives them to want to be like a country’s heralded Olympic hero getting draped with a medal by judges. Once enjoying the victory, a fear of losing engulfs their being, until, someday they are motionless, affixed to the red carpet of their surroundings.

If Freud were alive today, he would probably blame social media for the gratification gridlock that leaves many, out to prove themselves as the best gamblers, ending up trapped in a modern-day location of a forgotten country. Celebrated forums overlook losers, while their pages watch the best, one-track jocks plan where to take their lives every waking minute of each day. Until, hopefully, maturity gives the so-called active pros a goal of becoming more like an order of passive jalapeno nachos.

Potholes

I’ve decided that most everybody in the USA is beginning to have a difficult time staying in touch. Those that have the burning desire to excel in a trade often find out what happens when they lose their insurance agent’s business card. Individual successes necessitates that insurance companies rely on pot figures when marketing to us.

The federal government uses statistics on how many rate increases are caused by potholes. So that we can all stay in touch, I would just make everyone answer this question on the 2020 census; is the pot in the hole or is the hole in the pot?

Conclusion

I thought about days gone by the day before yesterday. That was when tomorrow seemed like it would never get here because I couldn’t go to sleep. I tossed and turned wondering if today is yesterday’s tomorrow, how can yesterday be tomorrow before today? The only conclusion I came to was that it had to do with days gone by. I know I’ll fall asleep next time if I’ll just think about today.

Goalball

Have you ever stumbled on the ball of your foot, picked up your flip flop, tossed it to a beer vendor, while watching an NFL quarterback who threw four touchdown passes lose a game to the most important foot on the field.

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