Yuge Yard Sign!

 Last summer I finally got around to carving a very large block of styrofoam I had.  The styrofoam block measured approximately 5' x 5' x 4', and my carving tool was my hubby's electric chain saw -- a tool I'd never used before.

When my initial artwork was done no one liked it much; they thought it was too violent, and they were right.

My initial artwork was of a woman who had been beaten, and yet was smiling at the world.  The woman had two black-eyes, stitches on her lip, and a MAGA hat on her head -- the woman represented me and all the unbelievable stuff I dealt with just for supporting Donald Trump and President Trump.  I liked her a lot.

This summer, realizing the old gal wasn't doing much hanging in our pole shed, I decided she had suffered long enough and gave her a make-over.  Friends of ours live along a busy 'touristy' highway, and knowing they are President Trump supporters I asked if I could put my 'Trump Lady' on their property as a campaign sign.  They said 'Yes!'

My hubby, proficient with the chainsaw, decided to add his own touch.  He got another huge block of styrofoam, carved TRUMP in it, and we painted a flag across the bottom.

If you happen to be in northern Minnesota and see our Trump Lady along the highway, give her a honk; she loves deplorables!

Trump Bird

Last night the last faux debate took place between Joke Hiden and President Trump. The onslaught against our President, day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year has been painful to watch -- but watch I have. 

Watch and pray. Watch and pray. 

As I walk through sorrow, anger, grief, pain and countless other emotions everyday over what President Trump is being bombarded with -- for us and our country -- I cannot begin to imagine what he is going through. But Donald Trump is a fighter, and President Trump is a yuge fighter. 

This morning I was looking out at all the birds around our feeders when a deer walked up and scared most those birds away. But one little bird stood firm, with its feathers all poofed out, and he did not move.  

The huge animal standing next to him would move, but the bird just looked its way as if to say, 'What?' and did not flinch. 

Other little birdies would cautiously flitter around, but none stopped and none got close to the single stationary figher who stood alone next to a giant. 

 Looking upon the scene I told my husband, that's a Trump Bird! He is unafraid of what others fear, he stands his ground, the big guy isn't going to push him around, and, he's here for the long haul. Get used to him.