Cancer

 Today I am in mourning.

     I am in mourning because people who would never step foot in a strip club feel compelled to vote for a man who makes his living off of gamblers and strippers. I’m sorry it’s come to this. You have to admit. The guy has a nose for where the money is.

     I am in mourning because those who would never use foul language feel compelled to vote for a man who received a standing ovation for being vulgar and could not hide his glee.

     I am in mourning because those who would never smile in the face of a white supremacist believe they have to vote for a man who just doesn’t immediately see the problem.

     I am in mourning because those who support missionaries working among the unreached to bring them to Jesus feel compelled to vote for a man who offends people of other races. We’ve always known the incarnation doesn’t mix with politics. Who could afford such kindness?

angel of grief. Wikimedia

     I am in mourning because people I like feel they need someone who boasts about being able to get away with infidelity and murder to understand them and defend them and make them great. I get it. What are the choices?

     I am in mourning because I may get written off by some for posting this at all, but what do I do with this grief? Don’t fight with me; I understand we’re in a bind. Just let me be sad.

     There are many forms of cancer, and we choose different treatments.