Are we FREE Americans or Not?

Dear President Trump,

A while back, you said you’d be watching what governors do, the ones who WILL NOT OPEN UP. Could you please do something about nj gov murphy? whatever he “opens” is HALF-ASSED OPEN. Even Macy’s here in Paramus: I went there 1st & 2nd day – clothes were open; jewelry closed; makeup closed. I expected a crowd. Hardly any customers were there. Please make him OPEN EVERYTHING. We can decide for ourselves to wear mask or not; to go to atlantic city or not. with him it’s we can’t go to church but crap protesters are ok. He wants us to follow his COMMANDMENTS. Frankly I’d like to punch him in the face. and he is torturing the guy who owns a gym in Camden nj. murphy is a sadistic socialist & we are free??? Americans???
I’m not so sure.
I love you & i’m not just saying this to butter you up.
Marilyn J.

n.b. Merillion:  This was sent to Pres. Trump using his contact form

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Merillion’s Residence

This is my Home Page on WordPress.  My actual home is in New Jersey, up north near Rockland County, N.Y.  I love the street I live on; it’s pretty, our neighbors are nice, and the view from my bedroom window is my favorite.  If it’s been snowing heavily for a long time, I love hearing the snowplows going down our street in the middle of the cold night.  Everything is so quiet when it snows a lot, and snow creates such light you could walk outside and not need a flashlight.

My bedroom window view shows a pretty painting – the house next to us is not parallel to us.  It’s facing in a slightly different direction, and the rock border between us, with a small hill and tall trees, creates a beautiful picture.

In the summer, mainly in August, I love to go to the window and listen to the night noises; I’m not sure what makes the noises – I just call them “heat bugs.”

My living room window takes up almost the whole wall.  I use only sheer curtains on that front window, because when it’s raining, I love to see the street glistening,  lit by the street lamps.

I just love this house.  There’s something about it that’s always felt good.  I even liked it when we first moved in, and had to sleep on the floor, where the movers had put our box spring and mattress.  That was a low bed, twenty-two years ago.  Now, my husband and I would find it much harder to get up out of it!

I like my blog on WordPress, too.  It’s sort of like a home, where I can put down what I want to say, and have plenty of rooms to say it in.