Having completed my morning wade through the daily swamp of American news I leave it to place this question before us:
Can we make America great again this way:
Or this way:
Truth Tango
That old familiar tune
Strikes up in the recesses of my soul
Heralding the familiar promenade of pretense.
I cast off layers of deceit
To the tattoo-tune of the Holy Stripper
And the raucous pleadings of my victims,
“Take it off! Take it all off!”
The bright white bones of truth
Step out of their camouflage
To dance La Cumparsita with wild abandonment
Until the familiar tune calls me back
To the stage of my humanity.
© Rita H Kowats June 3, 2017
6:00 p.m. And the hits just keep on coming. TapDanc
And the hits just keep on coming. Tap Dance ad nauseum:
Spirituality Without Borders: Reflections on Spiritual Practice 
Making great again, anyway but the current one.
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