We're supposed to have armed gates/papers/approved purposes to get into a city? Republican cities seem to have same issues. We voted them in, we get the government we deserve accordingly. McConnell is particularly bad about working on deals. Of course it's not just drumphy's fault, but he and the republicans have exacerbated things....
Gates? If we could have gates for the area where I live, sign me up. If someone wants to come in and not cause problems, great. If they want to cause trouble, nope. Don't care what group they belong to, just want to stop the crime.
Look at the top 50 cities where rioting and looting have been most severe.
McConnell is another poster boy for term limits. We need to really take a good, hard look at who's doing a decent job and let the others know they're either on the bubble or if they just need to go.
We get what we deserve, like this?
"A senator's soul arrived in heaven and was met by St. Peter at the entrance. "Welcome to heaven," said St. Peter. "Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you."
"No problem, just let me in," said the senator. "Well I'd like to, but I have orders from higher up. What we'll do is have you spend one day in hell and one day in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity," said St. Peter. "Really, I've already made up my mind. I want to be in heaven," said the senator. "I'm sorry, but we have our rules," St. Peter insisted. And with that, St. Peter escorted him to the elevator and he went down, down, down, down to hell.
When the doors to the elevator opened, however, the senator found himself in the middle of a beautiful green golf course. In the distance was a clubhouse and standing in front of it were all his friends and politicians who had worked with him. Everyone was very happy and in formal attire.
They all rushed to greet him, shook his hand, and reminisced about the good ol'days they had shared together, often at the expense of the people they were supposed to serve. They played a friendly game of golf and then dined on lobster, caviar, and champagne.
Also present was Lucifer, the devil himself, who really was an incredibly likeable fellow that was the life of the party. Everyone was having such a good time that before the senator realized it; the moment had come for him to leave.
Everyone gave him a hearty farewell and waved while the elevator rose. It went up, up, up, and the door reopened in heaven where St. Peter was found waiting. "Now it's time to visit heaven," said St. Peter. So, twenty-four hours passed with the senator joining a group of contented souls, praising God, singing hymns, with fellowship of the deepest and purest kind. The experience was truly meaningful and, before he realized it, the twenty-four hours had gone by and St. Peter returned.
"Well, now, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity," instructed St. Peter. The senator reflected for a moment, then answered, "You know, I would have never believed that I would have said this before, heaven has been nice, but I think I would really be better off in hell."
So, St. Peter escorted him to the elevator and he went down, down, down to hell. The doors of the elevator opened and he found himself in the middle of a barren land with a dark, ominous and foreboding sky. The heat was exceedingly oppressive. He saw all his friends dressed in rags, some naked and unclean, many pulling around the chains of their former vices in life.
The devil came over to the man and put his arm around his shoulder. "I don't…I don't…I don't understand," stammered the senator. "Only yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and a clubhouse, and we ate lobster caviar, and drank champagne. It was tremendous. We were living the high life. Now there's just this wasteland, wasted lives, and miserable associations. What happened!?"
The devil looked at him, smiled, and said, "Yesterday we were campaigning. Today you voted." "
