Burst, Man, Politics

John Edwards’ America

I was in America.

Awake.

Sitting on the couch, as I so often am.

When suddenly, I realized I was dreaming of John Edwards’ America.

Someday, instead of saying, “this isn’t your grandfather’s America,” we might say, “this isn’t your John Edwards’ America.”

And we would be right.

 

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This is part of the Burst series which includes completely random bursts of thought that may or may not provide even a fraction of value to the reader. 

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Also, I sat on this post for a long time, waiting for just the right moment to publish it. I realized there will never be a good moment to publish this post, so here it is.

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