Impeach the President IF

he agreed to sell 20% of American uranium stockpiles to the Russians

he had his own unsecured computer server hiding classified emails

he obstructed justice by stating all of the emails were about a wedding a yoga

he expected anyone to believe him about a wedding and yoga

he asked Dmitry Medvedev to tell Putin he could be more flexible after re-election

he ran a charitable foundation to shake down foreign governments

he used this foundation to steal Haitian relief monies

he used this foundation as a gateway to pay-for-play government access

he used this foundation to launder monies and avoid paying taxes

he gave Mexican drug gangs US taxpayer paid firearms to kill people

he named this operation after a movie hoping to appear cool to the low informed voter

he thought anyone would believe this lie

he thought he could pass a tax, he said wasn't a tax, then suddenly, it is a tax

he thought he could bypass Congress with just a threat of having a pen

he thought he could open the borders to anyone who wanted to enter

he thought we should just accept it

Or,

Just follow the US Constituition, Article 2, section 4 and cease with the whining and complaining. If you want to impeach a sitting US President, then FOLLOW THE US CONSTITUTION and do it legally. Otherwise, sit in your parent's basement, fit your head for an aluminum foil hat, troll the internet for someone who will listen, and dream of what might have been. I for one, have real work to do with the business of living my life well, working for my future, and being the well-respected citizen I have always wanted to be.

Thanks - Andy Betz.

Black on white

Letters forming words

Words forming sentences

A story woven from paint strokes

It's accents and colors

stemming from meaning

rather than sight

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Paint the love of my life?

Here's my love of words.

- Thora

Fear has legs like a spider

As it crawls slowly up your body

The goosebumps appear as your eyes grow wider

It has teeth that bite

Sharpe needles that tingle

That awake you in the night

Fear has long spindly fingers

Wrapping around your throat so you cannot breath

It´s presence lingers

It can take away your voice leaving you with but a yelp

Cement you silently to the floor

So you cannot even call for help

Fear can make you feel alone in a crowd

It whispers secretly in your ear

Or screams so very loud

It can be simple or cunning

In plain site or in the back of your mind

Following you slowly or cruelly running

Fear has many shapes and faces

Ready to get you anywhere

In public or quiet secluded places

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When you first told me that we were on borrowed time,

I laughed, taking you in my arms,

Asking from whom it was borrowed.

Now I know.

I know that time is not something we can keep,

Or hoard,

Or stow away.

Time can only be used, or wasted.

And it doesn't go away:

Even when we're gone, each hour, each minute

Will carry on like the last.

I remember when you first told me you loved me

And I laughed and said I love you more.

You said you'd love me to the moon and back

But not to the sun,

Because that would be too much.

I told you I'd love you to the end,

And this is it.

This is the end, and I still love you

Just as much as I did at the beginning.

I borrowed time and now I'm giving it back,

Perhaps a bit worn,

But still usable by some other soul.

Goodbye.

Do the means justify the end?

If by doing the lesser evil

Will I lose all of my friends?

But for the greater good!

Ah, yes.

But when the bullet pierces his flesh

Will the death of my enemy be mourned

Any less?

Who weighs the two and determines

Whose worth is greater

For my good is another’s evil

And my evil another’s good

And can I judge better

Than any other would?

So I have a choice to make

A gun in my hand

A great deal is at stake

My friend

Or a murderer

My friend

Or the man I hate

So I made the one choice

That wouldn’t damn me to hell

The lesser evil for my greater good

I wish them both well