Kosmopolitisch

"I knew I wasn't fit to be a mother..."

Since Trump loves to point out people's flawed appearances... despite their looks' irrelevance...

I think one good turn deserves another.

Despite the irrelevance, Trump looks like an orange-haired troll next to Harris.

We have to stop being our own worst enemy...

It's heartbreaking to watch this young lady struggle for validation after being arrested for a completely avoidable offense...

Something is wrong when start biting someone's breast...

I can't track their chain of thought...

It seems they are acting on their feelings without thinking...

When confronted by the authorities, they can't explain their actions any more than they can explain their feelings...

All they know is they can't stand each other...

Golden brown...

"I hear voices... and they are telling me to shoplift..."

Golden brown...

I am flesh, bones
I am skin, soul
I am human
Nothing more than human
I am sweat, flaws
I am veins, scars
I am human
Nothing more than human

Elegy for a Changing Land
In a land where the green frogs sang,
Beside the still waters of memory,
Their chorus, a harmony of past days,
Echoes now in fields gone dry and weary.

Once the hillbilly strummed his banjo,
Under the broad, welcoming skies,
His melodies told tales of simple joys,
Of love, of life, of fireflies.

An orange man stood tall and bold,
His colors bright against the evening's glow,
A symbol of change, of seasons shifting,
Of dreams that ebb and flow.

The frogs, in their jade cloaks, leapt,
From lily pads that danced in twilight's gaze,
But now the waters murmur quieter,
As the world around them subtly sways.

The hillbilly's songs grow softer still,
As the winds of change sweep through the pines,
His notes linger in the air, a haunting whisper,
Of days long past, of simpler times.

The orange man, a figure of transition,
Stands as a beacon of what once was known,
In a land where green and orange blend,
In hues of dawn, of futures yet unshown.

America, in her vast and changing stride,
Reflects the frogs, the hillbilly's refrain,
The orange man's silent, poignant stand,
All threads in the fabric of time's domain.

And as the frogs leap into the unknown,
The hillbilly hums a final tune,
The orange man fades into the setting sun,
Leaving behind a land, neither old nor new.

In this elegy for a changing land,
We mourn the loss of what has been,
Yet hold in our hearts a quiet hope,
For what may come, for what we'll see again.

I, the introvert behind the internet handle Kosmopolitisch, formally endorse Kamala Harris!

Whether she picks Mark Kelly (my favorite) or Josh Shapiro ( the most favorable candidate)

I predict she will win and big!

And there's nothing all the green frogs, one hillbilly, and the orange man can do about it... though all three make for one helluva elegy.