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When will this war be over? the people lament in frustration. In my readings of the Civil War and WWI this was a constant cry from both sides. The death and destruction was non-ending and for many there was no hope that the end was in sight.

With the total officially eclipsing 230,000 deaths and more than nine million reported cases, and thousands of more deaths and millions of more cases predicted, when will this war end is a hollow cry. There is no light at the end of the tunnel as daily cases reach all-time highs, a 100,000 a day a dire reality. And we're only talking about the United States.

When Abraham Lincoln was president during the Civil War, he was pulling out his hair because he couldn't find a competent general to lead the Union troops. He relieved a half dozen generals of their duties before he settled on Ulysses Grant. "He's a drunk!" complained his advisors. "Then send a bottle of his favorite whiskey to all my other generals because that son-of-a-bitch fights," answered Lincoln.

(For the record, those weren't Lincolns exact words, but they are similar. Perhaps I'll google the precise quotation, but as someone who mixes fact with fiction without a second thought, accuracy isn't important to me.) 

We are at war and all our lives are at stake. We keep asking, "Where is the general who is going to lead us to victory? Where is the general who is going to vanquish this ruthless foe?" It isn't Trump. He talks the talk that is a bold-faced lie. Rather than walking the walk, he runs in the opposite direction. If he had been president instead of Lincoln, we in Texas would be living in the Confederate States of America.

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