Broom Day, 58th of Childwinter, 525 M.E. (Deneb): 

No, Mumps, you will not be mandating anything to me. Apparently there's some confusion on your part about the relationship we have. You work for me. I'm not your servant or your slave. I will not be talked down to, I will not be mandated to, I will not be forced to do anything against my will. You are my employee. It's not your place. Get it straight. - We, the People 

The words above are from an internet meme making the rounds, but I couldn't say it better myself, except for maybe "I bow to no king." 

The carrot-colored curmudgeon infesting the White House with his Nazi-sympathizing cohorts are actively taking apart the U.S. government, and it will already take years, possibly generations, to put all the pieces back together again. We've certainly squandered whatever reserve of good will we've had left in the world. My only solace is that I've only got about 10 more years left to this existence (I'm fast approaching my shelf-life expiration date), and the last five will probably be of limited cognizance anyway. It's the children I feel sorriest for.

The weather's been terrific here in Georgia the past few days, the hourly schedule for next month's Big Ears festival has finally dropped, and I'm continuing my alternate day walking/sitting routine, but all of that seems pointless or at best irrelevant in light of Mumps' dismantling of the American dream. 

Another internet meme: walk 39 miles in the month of March in memory of Jimmy Carter, our 39th president. At my current pace, I should get in at least 117 miles in March, or three Jimmy Carters, but I'll take even 0.3 Carters for one Mumps any day.