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The New Normal

Less and less Americans have jobs. Prices keep jumping higher and higher. Crime seeps even further into our streets. Americans are dying abroad. Our flag’s ashes mix with the sands of foreign lands.

Every time I read a new headline on Drudge, my insides drop and unrelenting sadness crashes over me like a tidal wave and I try to not let myself be pulled under with the current.

The election is less than two months away. We can get out of this maelstrom.
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