Dear Unborn Kin,
These days every political group and sub-group, every political cause and sub-cause is prancing around on its own pony and yelling at the other prancing ponies. Each of course believes in its own ride. The prancing seems to be more important than any conversation. Meanwhile pony poop abounds. God help us all. Oops, I forgot. Some prancing ponies have no truck with God. Well then, may the Great Prancing Pony help us all.
Scratching my cosmic head,
Your Loving Ancestor
These days every political group and sub-group, every political cause and sub-cause is prancing around on its own pony and yelling at the other prancing ponies. Each of course believes in its own ride. The prancing seems to be more important than any conversation. Meanwhile pony poop abounds. God help us all. Oops, I forgot. Some prancing ponies have no truck with God. Well then, may the Great Prancing Pony help us all.
Scratching my cosmic head,
Your Loving Ancestor
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