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By Bill Stokes
Kickass, the doorstop dog, naps as the keeper and Phylis recall the old Robert Louis Stevenson’s poem “The Wind” with its laudatory lines about the wondrous and mysterious ways of the wind, and the questions it poses for those who choose to hear them.
Obviously those now soiling and destroying the White House premises have nothing but disdain and jealousy toward the wind, having recently used a sneaky backdoor trick to totally stop the wind-energy industry.
Done at the behest of billionaire coal and gas energy donors, the brainless White House narcissists would have the wind blow yet more money into their coffers and away from the clutching of desperate parents with hungry kids and empty gas tanks.
As their doomsday program moves ever closer to total enactment, it will be only a matter of time until Pete Hegseth’s drones shade out all the sunshine, the keeper and Phyllis put their shaky faith in the wind, and the old adage that “It is an ill wind that blows no good.” Specifically, that “good” would be gusts to blow away the cruelty and restore decency.
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