THE FAILURE OF THE WRONG MAN We have a child president surrounded by a gaggle of apostate adolescents brandishing half truths

and outright lies of commission and omission. Who to set the record straight? Where lays the fabric of our history, the one that clothed us all the one that spoke to a maturing responsibility both personal and communal? Who can raise a voice that speaks in those everlasting truths of a complementing sameness that shares a unique sense of soul that draws us in and allows for an expression of those simple truths, those time tested truths some of which are age dependent, and we know it. It is for this reason that we rear our children. We do not simply turn them loose, or worse, indoctrinate them with soul poison and ideologies that whither in the winds of time, and like leaves in the fall, leaves that eventually succumb to becoming humus for new growth, drop to their deaths. We need commitments that give birth to heart wood that seasons over time and provides a spine for that grained and patterned presence that shelters us and gives us pause, a pause that allows for reflection and those opportunities to choose again a path that, although more difficult, lets our souls and the souls of others find their way.