This is Joe Biden’s first 2 days as President

Joe Biden wasted no time getting to work on his first 2 days as President. 

That work included snubbing the minorities. Firing US Surgeon General Dr. Jerome Adams, a black man. 

Signing a mask mandate for federal employees on federal property which he immediately violated. 

Banished US troops to a parking garage. 

Broke promises like not banning fracking and not wanting to make covid vaccinations mandatory. 

Hiring Tom Vilsack (Mr. Monsanto) as his agriculture secretary. 

The list goes on and on, but the one positive thing from all this is that lies are being revealed and lies create truth seekers.

And, since ...

• "Truth is the daughter of Time" 

as someone said, I see this as a positive, since time seems to have accelerated a lot lately, so, perhaps we will see the "Truth" sooner rather than later...

How long can they hide the fact, that President Trump was the President of  Peace, despite the fact that  the new war-favouring  "Peace Nobel Mob"  - racially motivated - gave a "Peace Prize" to Obama ?

Monsieur, le President...

 Je vous fais une lettre3 Que vous lirez peut-être
 Si vous avez le temps
 Je viens de recevoir
 Mes papiers militaires
 Pour partir à la guerre

 Avant mercredi soir

 Monsieur le Président
 Je ne veux pas le faire
 Je ne suis pas sur terre
 Pour tuer des pauvres gens

 C'est pas pour vous fâcher
 Il faut que je vous dise
 Ma décision est prise
 Je m'en vais déserter

 Depuis que je suis né
 J'ai vu mourir mon père
 J'ai vu partir mes frères
 Et pleurer mes enfants
 Ma mère a tant souffert
 Elle est dedans sa tombe
 Et se moque des bombes
 Et se moque des vers

 Quand j'étais prisonnier
 On m'a volé ma femme
 On m'a volé mon *âme
 Et tout mon cher passé
 Demain de bon matin
 Je fermerai ma porte
 Au nez des années mortes
 J'irai sur les chemins

 Je *mendierai ma vie
 Sur les routes de France
 De Bretagne en Provence
 Et je dirai aux gens:
 Refusez d'obéir
 Refusez de la faire
 N'allez pas à la guerre
 Refusez de partir

 S'il faut donner son sang
 Allez donner la vôtre
 Vous êtes bon *apôtre
 Monsieur Président

 Si vous me poursuivez
 Prévenez vos *gendarmes
 Que j'aurai pas d'armes
 Et qu'ils pourront tirer

Translation: 

THE DESERTER

Mister President, I'm writing you a letter

That you'll maybe read if you have time,

I've just received my military papers/orders

To go to war before Wednesday evening.

Mister President, I don't want to make it [war]

I'm not on earth to kill poor people.

It's not to anger you, I have to tell you,

My decision is taken, I'm going to desert.

Since I was born, I've seen my father die,

I've seen my brothers leave and my children cry,

My mother suffered so much that she's in her tomb

And doesn't care for bombs and doesn't care for worms.

When I was a prisoner, they stole my wife,

They stole my soul and all my dear past.

Tomorrow morning, I'll close my door

Right in front of the dead years*, I'll go on the ways.

I'll beg my living on France roads,,

From Brittany to Provence and I will tell people

"Refuse to obey, refuse to make it,

Don't go to war, refuse to leave.

If blood must be given, go to give yours,

You're a good preacher, Mister President.

If you chase me, warn your gendarmes

That I will have no weapons and that they can shoot.