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| America's Roundhouse |
As I slept in my small bed, the Night Train on side track would blow off steam and awaken me ...the tracks were smooth and straight with the night engine waiting, for the Day Train to pass by...
Careening off
the Rails
You are a humanitarian also, sir, and I salute that, I commend you, and I thank you again.”
I don't know how Putin could have kept a straight face, “this American Joker must be part of the stupid play that Trump thinks he has a deal to make with me”...and the answer is always what it has been and will not change. Steve Witkoff was once more making a fool of himself, not his fault, Trump put him there...
Once more the words of an American have made the world question what American really stands for. The Rails of American values which were for 250 years kept our County on track for the World to rely upon for keeping the NATO Alliance stable, have been bent, and are floating over an abyss.
I have hope that that Our American Train will be on the safe track to avoid the disaster of falling into the wide abyss of treason that seems to be the Oval Occupant's plan to crash the American system of government and replace it with an Autocracy.
I remember a School Field Trip we took to the fiercely noisy Roundhouse in San Berindino Ca to see the engines turned around. My frame of reference for a man to drive a vehicle was my father driving our car. Seeing the massive machine that one man was driving the turning platform with the engine being turned around was mind blowing...I now see this image in my minds eye, of a man with the machine under his control burned into a still photograph with the colors of heat, sweat, and incredible black greasy noise...
Now this scene of industrial truth for the day in the 40's has been co-opted by Trump. I see him with his red cap, driving our American engine recklessly, without any sane reason, and ignoring his oath to protect our Country. The Side Rail is still there, My hope that this man driving the Train, is derailed onto the side rail, and his blowing of steam evaporates into the abyss the fog of loss.
The Night Train on the side rail is on the short line, and will not survive the loss of steam. The Day Train, is gathering overpowering steam, and will take our American Train to the Roundhouse of the American People in Washington D.C.












