Mild manners, wild heart

Over the weekend, one of our former presidents died. Yesterday, I watched a memorial service that humanized the whole family in such a way as to render black and white assessments a little grayer. That stinks. In this bizarre moment when history is being shockingly re-written, I would like to stand firm on who's evil and who's just the mouthpiece for evil.

Such is life. The poor may rise up and declare the oppressor beloved. I should've seen that coming.

Keeping my mouth shut and my silence respectful is taking a great deal of effort. I need a nap.