Flight of a White Dinosaur

What I see happening in America and Virginia is much like a dam on a river, maybe even the James River, which I have come to love even after many official trips along the river chasing juvenile escapees. I cut my teeth while hunting on small streams and rivers, such as the Bush, Briery, and Buffalo Rivers in Prince Edward County, and the Tongue Quarter and Willis Rivers in Buckingham County. All of these are secondary or primary tributaries to the James River, so the way I see it my destiny was to work down to a mighty river that easily gets out of its banks (figuratively speaking) with one type of corruption after another. I saw it as my mission to plunge myself into the river (or the irregularities) and now to report to you on what I learned. When the river’s temperature is within certain ranges, and the water flow is smooth and unencumbered, everyone is happy and “at one” with the mighty James. Domestic tranquility in our Constitution is what we strive for, but unfortunately our country and the Commonwealth of Virginia have gone off the deep end with cherished principles; I am not alone—there are many who are disenfranchised because they see “deadbeats” of various types on the public dole and our citizens not undergoing a common struggle