I hope so too. I’m prepared to be wrong but I’m hoping I’m right. As a boy I had an apple tree that cracked in half under the weight of snow. The tree laid on its side, the branches touching the ground. Springtime arrives and the tree produced more blossoms and apples than it had in its life before. Summer, Fall, then winter and then next spring came and the tree produced an amazing amount of apples again. But the next spring that came, the tree was dead. Flies surrounded it and the smell of rot and decay. The tree had exhausted all of its sugar and had none left to give. This is what I see with the pseudo-conservative movement in the USA.

I hope so too. I’m prepared to be wrong but I’m hoping I’m right.

As a boy I had an apple tree that cracked in half under the weight of snow.

The tree laid on its side, the branches touching the ground.

Springtime arrives and the tree produced more blossoms and apples than it had in its life before.

Summer, Fall, then winter and then next spring came and the tree produced an amazing amount of apples again.

But the next spring that came, the tree was dead. Flies surrounded it and the smell of rot and decay. The tree had exhausted all of its sugar and had none left to give.

This is what I see with the pseudo-conservative movement in the USA.

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Very true. I didn’t want to use my wonderful apple tree for them but I love telling this story because it’s true and it illustrates the surprising productivity among the dying.

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