Letters: 12-21-16

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Russia interference should scare you

Would someone please explain to me why patriotic American citizens are so casual and uncaring about the fact that a foreign nation, Russia, has successfully intervened in an American presidential election?

Wake up! Is it that you don’t mind because the intervention was on behalf of your candidate? What in the world gives you any confidence that the next time the interference will come down on your side? Trump is a liar. He lies the way others breathe. Yes, in fact, he did win the Electoral College. No one can take that out-of-date, anachronistic, 18th century achievement away from him. Remember the 18th century? Back when no one knew what a tube of toothpaste was, let alone a computer, or nuclear weapons? The mind reels … Benjamin Franklin on Facebook?

Whatever, the fact remains that Trump lost the popular vote by well over 2 million votes. They can tell themselves this is a mandate. The people know the truth. The conflicts of interest, are, on their own, impeachable on his first day, His cabinet appointments, almost to the person, are for people who in their own personal history are dedicated to destroying the very part of the United States government that Donald F. Trump is now appointing them to lead.

I wish I was making this up. But I’m not. The record is very clear. Seem like a bad situation? Try giving some thought to the fact that there no longer seems to be any such thing as a “fact.” Think about it. Up is down. Left is right.

They will tell you anything. And by “they,” I do not mean any entity, other than Donald F. Trump and the campaign that has by hook, or by P.T. Barnum crook, sandbagged a great nation.

Rebecca Wright

Kailua-Kona

Keauhou Chicken poem

There’s a dripping chicken

Just outside my door

Standing in the storm alone

My heart just hits the floor.

Standing in the storm alone

Tiny eyes peer in

Hoping for a seed or two

And soaked to chicken skin.

Though we’re made of the same stuff

Configured different we,

Had we been but closer formed,

I’d ask you in for tea.

So here’s a hundred seeds for you,

And here’s a hundred more.

For the dripping chicken

Just outside my door.

Janeen Abell &Jacquie Dallas-Cox

Kailua-Kona