Mr. Grand Destructor,

Please make America Great again.

Once upon a time I was a scoutmaster. Our troop had a project in which we distributed new and used clothing and linen. We had boxes and stacks of these goods that were still being delivered while we were giving them away. We wanted to know what we gave away and how much of it.

We couldn't ask the recipients what they wanted or needed. Really we didn't care. We counted what we gave away while we worked and we created and filled in the forms AFTER we were done. (FEMA in Puerto Rico)

No government. No Army, Air Force, Navy, or Marines. 11-14 year old Black, Asian, Mexican, and White boys taking care of business.

It wasn't money, it was honor.