What? No Dogs! NO first dog?
But all POTUSes had at least one of our best friends.
No Champ, or Major, no Commander.
He says he'd, "feel phony" if he had a dog (children and spouses excluded)
Oh. Now I see.
"Man's Best Friend"
His best friend died in prison.
And can't be replaced.
No Dog. What kinda human is he?
In fact, I believe he hates Dogs.
"Shoot him like a dog." He said.
"Throw em out like dogs." He said.
"Treat em like a dog." He said.
"Lies like a dog." He said about his Teddy Boy.
"Cheated like a dog." He said about Kristen Stewart.
"Dumped like a dog." was Bannon.
"Choked like a dog." did Romney.
"Fired like a dog." was Omarosa.
"Died like a dog." did Abu
And in Springfield, they're "eating the dogs."
Hmmm. You see what I mean.
People who don't like dogs, or mistreat dogs,
(Like Kristi, who shot her dog),
Usually don't like PEOPLE.
Kash doesn't have a dog.
Pete doesn't have a dog.
Pam stole a St. Bernard.
And on, and on...
Our canine pals helped us evolve out of the caves...
(Ahhh... now I understand).

Diakonia's goal is to change unfair political, economic, social and cultural structures that generate poverty, oppression and violence

A President’s way
Sits in the White House
A name I call “DIALOGUE”
Executive Orders here and there
A nation that doesn’t care
We the People who don’t want to represent
Can’t be quite it like a mouse
Wants to control everybody’s house
It’s hatred that he brings
Causes the nation to have a sting
Dialogue is the country’s frustration
For how long?
The economy that is not great
No terms of appreciate
Survival has become a task
No one knows how living will last
Expectation becomes damnation
Dialogue having no surprise
The nation thinks otherwise
Dialogue DC

Will  daffodils dance near a lake?
Will Heaven still do battle with Hell?
Will you have an NHL?
Will a woman still count the ways she loves?
Will man have his place in love?
Will hawks replace the release of doves?
Noble savages won't be your theme;
Nor Idols leading  on the silver screen.
What happens if you can't dream
On starry, dark or moon-filled nights,
Where waves lap endlessly on your shore.

I am a stranger to you.
I may greetingly nod as we pass;
Or hold a door open as the line lengthens.
Big deal.
But I just want you to know,
You are real, an individual whom I know is worried.
Worried for the children.
Worried for our safety.
Worried for our shared state of affairs.
I know worry doesn't add one minute to our lives,
But not worrying can remove lives.
At the end of it all,
Are you okay?
I sincerely mean it,
Cause I know I'm not okay with all this **** drama,
Being played out... DAILY... HOURLY.
Burrowing into our heads like hungry worms.

When the storm is upon us,
We have no fair-weather friends.

When he came after the Canal,
We did nothing.
When he came after the Island,
We did nothing.
When he came after the minerals,
We did nothing.
When he came after women,
We did nothing.
When he came after the Alliance,
We did nothing.
When he came after the Greenery,
We did nothing.
When he came after the children,
We did nothing.
When he came after the North,
We did nothing.
When he came after Liberty,
We did nothing.
When he came after Freedom,
We did nothing.
When he came after Justice,
We did nothing.
When he came after the Sheep,
We did nothing.
When he came after the Truth,
We did nothing.
When he came after Decency,
We did nothing.
When he comes after YOU,
What will they do?
NOTHING!
NOTHING AT ALL.

While you're romanticizing the setting sun,
And conjugating all the figures of speech
Such a metaphorical red orb produces,
Allow your eyes to wander over
To the duck,
Waddling westward.

Observe his tail feathers.
Notice how preened and coiffed they are,
With a tinge of midas gold.
See how the breeze gently whips
The wispy wafting plumes,
Swaying right to left,
Exposing its avian chute.

Look,
All you who gaze upon the re-minted
El Presidente,
Donaldo, Don Come Mierda,
Who does indeed have the uncanny resemblance of
The East End of a Duck Walking West.