Hey gang, guess what? Remember when I said I had no political ilk? How I never found any group I could wholeheartedly call my own? Well, that’s all changed now! I’ll even back this party with money. You with me?
Each day began with the same routine: upon rising from bed, he stretched, touched his toes five times, did a quick jog in place, and finished with a growled affirmation that this day, as were all days prior, would be his day. Why it was his day, or what it was his day for, was… Read More A Little to the Left — A Tale of Political Leanings