DEAR DONALD

Freedom is a strong flower. It is perennial. It is subject to the perils of wild winds and torrential rains. Sometimes it suffers such a cold winter that we fear that we will never see it bloom again. I cringe at the turmoil in the streets of Democrat cities across the country. I weep to see mankind across the globe subjected to a fear of deadly illness and subjected to wearing protective masks. I cry for China as I see a land that is less than I had hoped with a leadership that is more dangerou