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    My Twilight Years at 88.

    If you realize each day is a gift, you may be near my age.  As I enjoy my twilight years, I am often struck by the inevitability that the party must end. There will come a clear, cold morning when there isn't any "more." No more hugs, no more special moments to celebrate together, no more phone calls just to chat.

    It seems to me that one of the important things to do before that morning comes, is to let everyone of your family and friends know that you care for them by finding simple ways to let them know your heartfelt beliefs and the guiding principles of your life so they can always say, "He was my friend, and I know where he stood."  

    So, just in case I'm gone tomorrow, please know this:

    I voted against that incompetent, lying, insincere, narcissistic, double-talking, socialist hypocrite, and fiscally irresponsible moron who spent eight years in the White House trying to destroy our wonderful country and turn it into Muslim loving, socialist shit hole like the one he came from, and I don't mean Hawaii!

    One more thing, participating in a gun buy-back program, because you think criminals have too many guns, is like having yourself castrated because you think your neighbors have too many kids.

    Regards, Clint

    Go ahead.  Make My Day -- Pass it on!