Did you vote last night? I hope so! Hearing about the results of the Democrats taking over the House is so disconcerting. But since we just moved from AL and we have such good memories and friends there, I thought it was appropriate to leave you with a poem from Alabama's favorite Judge Roy Moore.

America the Beautiful,or so you used to be.Land of the Pilgrims' pride;I'm glad they'll never see.
Babies piled in dumpsters,Abortion on demand,Oh, sweet land of liberty;your house is on the sand.
Our children wander aimlesslypoisoned by cocaine,Choosing to indulge their lusts,when God has said abstain.
From sea to shining sea,our Nation turns away>From the teaching of God's loveand a need to always pray.
We've kept God in our temples,how callous we have grown.When earth is but His footstool,and Heaven is His throne.
We've voted in a governmentthat's rotting at the core,Appointing Godless Judgeswho throw reason out the door,
Too soft to place a killerin a well deserved tomb,But brave enough to kill a babybefore he leaves the womb.
You think that God's not angry,that our land's a moral slum?How much longer will He waitbefore His judgment comes?
How are we to face our God,from Whom we cannot hide?What then is left for us to do,but stem this evil tide?
If we who are His children,will humbly turn and pray;Seek His holy faceand mend our evil way:
Then God will hear from Heavenand forgive us of our sins,He'll heal our sickly landand those who live within.
But, America the Beautiful,if you don't - then you will see,A sad but Holy Godwithdraw His hand from Thee.

Judge Roy Moore