Something there is that doesn’t love a wall

When I was little I read Robert Frost’s Mending Wall. The title of this post is the first line of that wonderful poem.

Back then I found myself wondering just what it is, exactly, that doesn’t love a wall. The poem is somewhat elliptical on this point.

But now I finally understand the answer. The thing that doesn’t love a wall should be anybody in the U.S. eligible to vote in 2020.

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