My Grandfather smoked cigars. When I think of him I still remember the smell of his cigar.
Gramp was a life long Republican. My mother remembered him telling her, even before she was of an age to vote, to always…always…vote Republican. Gramp hated Democrats.
I smoked cigars briefly and never very frequently when I was younger. I stopped smoking them a long time ago. But somehow the feeling that lighting up a cigar was special stayed with me. The first time that I decided that the occasion warranted it was the Millennium, New Years Eve 2000.
The next cigar I had was for Donald J. Trump’s Inauguration in 2017.
Today I lit up my next cigar. The Kavanaugh Cigar.
The Trump cigar was also an Hoyo de Monterey, Excalibur. But, inflation!. Ten bucks in 2016, and $11.70 today!
A snifter of cognac is a requirement. With a fine spirit in the glass to sip from time to time to clear the palate and smooth the throat.
Flags flying of course.
What non-cigar smokers probably don’t know, is that a fine cigar isn’t enjoyed quickly. What started at four o’clock took over an hour to finish. An hour to slowly savor, to contemplate, to appreciate to importance of this moment in the history of our country. The grueling fight to confirm a good man to his destiny. The pride in our support of a American President worthy of our trust. To be present during an historic time in the history of America when the descent to our ruin began to turn.
The fight has just begun. But there is hope. Hope that we can make America Great again.
God bless America. Thank God for Donald J. Trump.
Good night to all. It’s getting dark and it’s time to take the flags in. Tomorrow is another day. Tomorrow is another day to win.
Then the next year the Shamdemic and we lost in the end.
If we don’t do something about the election fraud there may not be another good day ahead of us.