I’ve been thinking about our 45th President, perusing his latest Tweets that have become so commonplace, they drone like Muzak on an elevator.
It reminds me of FDR’s Fireside Chats, 
when Americans would gather round their radios to listen to the wisdom of their beloved Commander-in Chief, who reassured more than rattled, spoke only when he had something important to say.
I then thought of other leaders not as popular, like George W. Bush and his invisible weapons of mass destruction. Many Americans foamed at the mouth over him and Mr. Cheney, his fun loving V.P. Now it’s all forgotten, because we’re like that….
we’re bighearted people.
We wept with George as he gave the eulogy for his dad, tears streaming down his face, his foibles and missteps, things of the past. 
Will we forgive number 45 when he finally steps down? Probably, too polite to say anything but, good luck, rather than, good riddance.
To quote Mr. Lincoln, the better angels of our nature, no doubt will have the last say, since, our innate patriotism links us, brother to brother, despite our differences.
Like Ben Franklin said to his fellow founders, either we hang together or we hang alone, and he wasn’t just whistling under his coonskin cap either, that Ben.
And that government of the people, by the people, for the people….shall not perish from the earth.
Sing it Abe! 
GOD BLESS AMERICA.
Susannah