A Nation Betrayed

Mustang Diaries Archive on January 25, 2010, 14:01

This morning I awoke, spring in my step, smelling imaginary petunias and playing a little Snow White voice in my head (I'd have sung aloud, but that would wake the dead, so I kept it to myself.) It was still too early to be up, but what the heck? Couldn't sleep and there is always Face Book to occupy my early hours time. Face Book and the second half of a caramel filled candy bar... No wonder I'm humming like Snow White, eh?

I sat at my computer and began to read through the handful of posts submitted by a few of my 328 closest and most intimate friends. I've never met 287