The End of Title 42: What does it mean? Is it relevant, or is it too late?
Before I explain, you should know, that at one time, I was a fan of democrats before I knew what a democrat was.
You see, in reply to a friendly letter I sent to the president of the United States, I received an envelope from the White House with photos of President John F. Kennedy, and Jackie with young Caroline and little John Jr. at her lap.
(I still have the photos, someplace!)
Fast forward through sixty years: Any friend of JFK was a friend of mine. I was naive and trusting, but I wasn’t always true blue. While I re-acclimated to America after fifteen years in Asia, I wondered, “What the hell is going on?” The American Way eroded with a dilution to our nature. Morals, values, and responsibility faded from too many. We needed a change, and it would be have to be drastic. In 2016, Hillary was a part of the problem and Trump was a bit over the top. I wrote in Senator Jeff Flake, R-AZ.
My write-in was a wash-out, and the democratic leaders revealed themselves. I believe JFK would be ashamed of his party, and he past six years are history. But who will write that history? Will the American Way recover, or will we watch the decline of democracy?
The Mother of all Agendas
By: Mike Rinowski
To our great nation
JFK gave a creed,
which leaders on the Left
want all to mis-read,
“What will America do for me?”
The American Way
that built this land,
they want to change,
and for eternity,
hold the upper hand.
A lot of rain
on their parade it fell,
from the last administration
it’s easy to tell.
A change of weather
has long been their plan,
to get more people
onto our land.
Hear Ye! Hear Ye!
they shout to the world,
our border is porous
just remember to vote for us.
There’ll be no demands
for your idle hands,
they’ll take care of you,
and your cousins, too.
Deep into your life
you’ll feel their reach,
and to your children,
it’s their truth to teach.
Less and less
our laws apply,
if you commit a crime
you’ll get a bye.
However, beware, I say
for an address you list,
your neighbor may be
a domestic terrorist.
Entitlements will grow
from taxes they lift higher,
but when billionaires amend,
it’s at our doors for more,
their search will end.
The American Way
once strived for with pride,
will swiftly erode
like a falling tide.
Our nature once admired
around the globe,
will be diluted
by a count untold.
If their self-proclaimed
socio-superiority
confuses you,
don’t do a thing
until they say to.
The bed they share
with the media is not fair,
it would have Walter Cronkite,
and Walt Disney,
pulling out their hair.
Those who toil
to make America great,
will be illegally outnumbered
to seal our fate.
Cards and ID’s will be given
to millions of illegals—and their kin,
******but paper doesn’t make them
*******************an American.
With those people
I have no beef,
it’s all those leaders
who resemble a thief.
***I say, the first generation
********to grasp that paper,
*********not have the right
*********to cast their favor.
Since the American Revolution
over three million gave,
if they knew of all this
they’d turn over in their grave.
Brave men and women
lived and died by a creed,
from who the Left
used to be.
“Ask what you can do
for your country,”
was the intent of President:
John F. Kennedy – Democrat.
The Progressive Soul
By: Mike Rinowski
Give me liberty
or give me death,
is not a battle cry
from Leaders on the Left.
Their time of strength
has fallen woke and meek,
both friends and foes
now see us as weak.
The power they wield
is a sinful act,
its morals and values
they do lack.
Our founding Fathers
gave us the plan,
under one God
we are to stand.
But with their right hand
leaders now take an oath,
without recognition
to the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
The Party comes first
at any cost,
and with that
our freedom is lost.
A facade of compassion
shadows their greed,
there’s a lack of citizens
for the votes they need.
Sanctity and sovereignty
are not in their plans,
votes they’ll import
from distant lands.
With those votes
comes burden and crime,
with more to follow
all the time.
To St. Floyd of fentanyl
they extended their praise,
but for 13 slain heroes
they had nothing to say.