This should be posted under my regular blog; it is NOT a book review.
Churn! Churn! Churn!
Paraphrasing the Byrds’ song
To everything (churn, churn, churn)
There is a season (churn, churn, churn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
I could go on with the paraphrased lyrics, but won’t (you probably can sing it yourself and insert church in the appropriate places). The point: with each new revelation of what is going on in this country, my stomach churns, churns, churns. Staying positive is difficult, and I am sure I am not alone in this.
Do you churn, churn, churn, or are you one of the 37% who are happy with our leader?
As for me, I need to go take some antacid.
Exiting soapbox mode…