Rampant Insanity

We have all been taught or heard that repeating or doing the same thing over and over again, expecting a different result, is the definition of insanity.

If this is so, we have a wide swath of people who are symptomatic of insanity.

Starting at the top, we have President Donald Trump, who continues to fight, long after the outcome has been determined and the story written.

From his base their will be rousing cheers. From his detractors there will be loud denunciations.

No matter how many times the Prez either picks a fight or responds to an attack, the result is always the same.

Insanity!

Then we have the talking heads and the national press corps showing signs of madness. Each time the Prez does what he does, going off or tweeting with abandonment, the chattering class and media keep asking, “Why doesn’t the President just do this or do that?”

Matters not to them that the Prez is a 70-year-old man, set in his ways, who is not going to change or meet their expectations of what is or what is not presidential.

Trump is Trump.

Insanity!

Finally we have the man and woman in the street.

If you live in the Heartland you shake your head at the Prez and ignore.  To their detriment you tune out all things based in Washington, then wonder why the country is in the shape it is

Insanity!

If you are on the coasts or metropolitan areas, you take to the street at the least little provocation, demanding removal of the Chief by any means. Not getting your way, like a child grabbing his/her bat and ball and going on, you throw a temper tantrum.

Nothing changes and will not change until 2020 – maybe – when the next presidential election is conducted.

Insanity!

From the Cornfield, keeping my fingers crossed and praying this outbreak, this pandemic can be contained.

Remember the Grand Old Party thought they could pull off a Borg and assimilate the Prez when he was a candidate.

Remember how that turned out?

An American Revolution

***I highlighted the insanity in teal.

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Mark

I am Mark Ivy, a born and bred Hoosier.
I am father to two wonderful sons, Dave and Kev, of whom I am very proud;
two terrific daughters-in-law, Anna and Hailey; three beautiful granddaughters, Dylan, Alaina and Amelia.

On May 9, 2017, my lung specialist hit me with the news I had maybe six months to live if the chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (COPD), the damage caused by the histoplasmosis described below, ran its normal course. I am now on hospice at home. Content and ready to cross over the river to the other side.

On September 2, 2014, I was diagnosed with disseminated histoplasmosis, a fungal infection, discovered by a biopsy of my larynx.
The infection is fatal if left untreated. For 2 1/2 years I lived under a death sentence being misdiagnosed
with a non-specific bacterial infection which left my right lung a “dried up sponge” and non-functioning.
I was aggressively treated for the infection with antifungals.
The treatment ended October of 2015 and fortunately did not take two years.

I suffer from chronic Horton’s Syndrome. The effects vary widely causing various problems.
Statistically, Horton’s affects only 0.1% of the population. Major depression also attacks me regularly.

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