Judge Not a Man Until His End

Thanks are in order, as is a prayer for forgiveness, in advance of the offense.


We arrive at the end of president Joe Biden’s term in office. What a pleasure it has been to be proud of my country, once again. I am thankful. Specifically to Joe Biden, and generally to everyone in his administration, great job! I wish every advocate I had was as good as you folks!


I will now attempt to bend a single will, by saying Joe Biden did not do this or did not do that. I hope the president forgives me for my reliance on him for my persuasive form. But I will never say, Joe Biden failed to do something. That would be a lie. Because I do not believe that. Criticize the gladiator in the arena, my chorus, it costs nothing! Now, your understanding of the world goes upside down, and from within the bronze grill of a Cassis Crista, you gaze about at the crowd that you represent, mocking you. Some of you who read this will never before have experienced the hidden resentment of a leader, rather you have basked unashamedly in the virtue of their restraint.


A new president arrives shortly.


The future is not written, and America will survive. But Ukraine faces an existential threat. A persistently destabilized Ukraine, subjected to constant hybrid warfare is not peace. Though it will change the face of Russia’s war of aggression, Putin may resume a hot war at any time. If circumstances favor it, Putin will break his word and mock the leader who thought he could hold Putin to it.


Or, a pro Russian government could take power, and perhaps all of Ukraine would fall without another drone being deployed. How horrifying, if the final weapon used to slaughter Ukraine, was the perversion of her democratic system. This future must not come to pass.


How many remembered values are judged finally in their absence? Even casting my mind this short distance into the future, president Biden, I miss you already.

 

 

 

 

 

Please find the blurb above read by me below, the words are always my own. 

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