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FOOLS GOLD

 



"Fool's gold" is a common nickname for pyrite. Pyrite received that nickname because it is worth virtually nothing, but has an appearance that "fools" people into believing that it is gold."

How could so many be fooled by so few? The nation wanted to change, it always does after 8 years of the same administration. 

Trump came along in 2016 offering wealth and prosperity, some people listened and bought the pyrite.

It was never fake news, it was always fake gold.

The tax cut side-stepped the middle class and enriched the one-percenters and corporate America. The trade deals were mired in obfuscation and deceit at the expense of our farmers. Immigration policy was driven by headlines, campaign promises, and border walls, political fodder that ignored human tragedy.

The election wasn't fraudulent, Trump is the fraud, and this time 80 million voters weren't fooled.

The end doesn't justify the means, we need quality and value on both ends of that equation, Joe Biden will deliver both.

Delaying this transition process is an act of personal revenge being perpetrated by a man who suffers from a serious psychosis.   A man who took this job as a last-ditch effort to make Himself Great Again not America. 

We need the transition process and we need it now, if for no other reason than to be ready to distribute millions of doses of vaccine to a nation losing one American every minute to COVID.

We haven't been fooled this time, we went for the gold, not the pyrite!





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