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  • Right before the presidential debate began, I went out to hunt and gather some snacks for the upcoming show.

    The supermarket was a dustbowl.

    Everyone was already hunkered down in front of their flat-wide-Chinese-made-Comcast-cable-connected televisions to watch the pre-game talking heads.

    I cursed the heavens when I discovered the supermarket was out of Kozy Shack Chocolate Pudding.

    I raised my fists to the heavens.

    "Why, God?!...Why?! Why hast thou forsaken meee?!"

    I had to settle for Jello Brand.

    I don't follow politics, you know. I don't think I've ever watched a whole debate. This time around, I was pulled in by the entertainment value alone. Seriously. I could stare at Donald Trump's hair style forever. What IS that thing?...and has he REALLY made it this far? Hillary means nothing to me, to be perfectly honest...and after watching for a while...that smile scares the shit out of me. I'm going to trust my intuition on that one.

    So, I watched and I watched. I watched body language, eye movements, rudeness, color coordination...Did anyone else notice her red dress and his blue tie? What's that about?

    It's the same old shit but different.

    Anyway...about halfway through, I grew more interested looking at the pictures that I took at Longwood Gardens over the weekend.

    What a beaut of a day! I hadn't been there in forever and ever. Probably about thirty years. See....I turned my nose up at it because it is so overly manicured and I'm really more of a wild girl. Set me free in the woods, ya know? But my friend suggested it and so off we went. I have to admit...when we walked out of the visitor center with our freshly stamped tickets, the sunlit yellow meadow took my breath away. By God, it was beautiful. Oh, and when we started off on a path the quiet-quiet was music to my overstimulated city ears. The heady perfumed scents of earth's flora and fauna filled me like a kiss from the Big Man Upstairs would fill my heart.

    The other reason I avoided the place...Longwood...is because of where the money came from that funded it...duPont money, see. Chemicals. Pierre also ran that little company called General Motors for awhile. GM. Big ass controlling and polluting corporations.

    I didn't think about it...or I tried not to, anyway. What he left behind for the public to enjoy is just too majestic for me to hold it against him. And quite honestly...I don't know what I think anymore about anything...
    Corporations...cars...chemicals...pharmaceuticals...oil...power...money...politics...war...and peace. Peace.

    I dunno anything.

    The earth sure smelled sweet, though. So sweet.

    I looked up at the TV and Donnie-Boy and the Hill were yelling back and forth about trade agreements.

    I looked back down at the pictures on my Apple-Mac-Daddy and couldn't help but wonder what the Lanni Lenape peoples thought of their trade agreements.

    Longwood was once theirs. Wild and free.
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