These are strange days. Each time I have written a short story or a book there has been something within me that compels me to put thoughts on paper. It is hard to explain what motivates me to sit at the keyboard and press on the little letters contained within an eleven by four inch rectangle. I don’t understand it myself. But something compels me to do it.

That being said, there are things I do not like to share out of respect for other people’s opinions and their right to believe differently. Politics and religion are a couple of the things I usually avoid. I am a Christian and I have voted for candidates of both parties. I don’t buy into the things each party uses as a slight of hand to trick the public into thinking they are pro this or pro that. Those are merely soundbites used to distract us.

But this year is different. I feel as if I’m watching two icebergs moving on collision course toward the White House. I see that little bit of Ice that’s above the surface, and I don’t care for it. But like an iceberg there is always something much more dangerous beneath the water. What can’t be seen can be devastating. Which iceberg will harm us the least? I don’t know. Will we be lucky and see the ice melt before November? I don’t think that miracle is going to happen.

If we must choose between getting hit by one or the other, I pray we as a nation make the right choice. I fear we are on the brink of something tragic that may sink us all.

Someone once said there are three things that always tell the truth. Small children, drunks, and yoga pants. Too bad we can’t hog-tie our choices and put yoga pants on them. Then again, if we could we may never vote again.

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Rick Algood
August 2, 2016