This is a story about an old Buzzard. Life was beating him up. Everything seemed chaotic. Family members taking advantage financially in the court room; bad business dealings; Rino’s in the senate; girls wanting to be boys and boy’s wanting to be girls. Kids thinking they are cats and need a litter box at the school. Satan is in the White House with his two sisters. Can it get any worse the old Buzzard cries out. He’s one step away from a game of Russian roulette when he calls to the Lord “please help me, I think I’m going crazy.”
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