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Donut build that wall

Friends,
I can’t get over (or under, for that matter) the fact we’ve made great progress on the Colorado section of the southern border wall. Who knew? If you ask me, I think somebody was onto something. Forget Old Mexico. We need to set our sights on New Mexico. I’m not talking about new age spiritualism, Santa Fe chicken salads or Georgia O’Keefe paintings. No siree Bob! If you think about it, what runs faster: an old car or a new car? What will kills more efficiently: an old gun or a new gun? What’s more dangerous: old ideas or new ideas? You get my drift, New Mexico is the bigger threat! But why stop there? If you look at a map of the United States, there is a pretty darn straight line extending all the way from the Utah-Arizona border to the Virginia-North Carolina border. Granted, there is a little wrinkle between Missouri and Arkansas –nothing a little poetic liberty can’t fix. You’ve got the makings of a grand wall following a straight line from Beaver Dam Wash National Conservation Area to Mackay Island National Wildlife Refuge, and the outer banks. If you do it right, you might even be able to see it from space! Huge!! Now what to do about Nevada and California? I might be getting a little ahead of myself here. Maybe I should just take a deep breath, go to the store and buy some new donuts (you don’t want the old variety, trust me). Although, it is hard to bite into a donut when your tongue is firmly planted in your cheek (as I have).

Happy Friday!

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