Lord help me ...

.. to accept the things I want to be like a bull in a china shop with. Lord give me the serenity to not have an imagination. Nope.

The Sanford Affair.
A Drama With Shakespearean Overtones.
~ Satire; based on a lifetime of speculation, observing people and politics, 25 years of calling South Carolina my home when all I thought it was as a state was "Green Acres" & "Petticoat Junction" rolled into one of the first 13 colonies.

Chapter One
NOPE

He was a homegrown surfin' son of the East Coast. He met his equal in breeding, property, and just enough distance between blood lines to create a new generation of power, profit and holdings.

She, an ex-Wall Street banker, and tool manufacturing heiress, came back home, married, birthed 4 SONS!!!!!! But has the power, passion, knowledge to be an effective leader ~ who was now being lead.

Why would her surfin' son of the South and "C Street" stray? Simple. It took three to tango.

Do not be fooled by her envy and 20 minute AP interview. She is powerful, smart, sharp ~ a woman who could/would/can leave Lady Macbeth & Evita Peron eating her dust.

Chapter Two
TANGO
Not preferable, but, one does what they must to get the job done.

Chapter Three
THEN

We don't want/need $700 million from Obama! - or - Look at this shiny, sparkling issue over here. ~ 'cause the sh!t is about to hit the fan.


Now, dear readers, it's all about the time line.

Where tax dollars were spent.
Dereliction of duty.
Breaking one of the Ten Commandments.
Both sides using the Bible, the teachings of Jesus Christ, as an armor.
Hypocrites are not accepted into heaven so grab what you can now.

That's why, most of the time, I get into trouble with my f#cking mouth. I just can't accept the b#llshit being served to me on a wooden spoon.

And y'all thought I had forgotten about you.

Quote of the day:

As America's Misery Index soars, so must our Empathy Index. ~ Arianna Huffington

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