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 We made it through February, spring is just around the corner and the signs are popping up everywhere.

 Those who know me, know I don’t lose my temper. I rarely ever get mad. Only if I see a child or animal being hurt will I go from nice to ninja in a nano second.

 The incessant rain produced gloomy skies over Frankfort last week. Only occasional glimmers of light were visible through the clouds. The same could be said for the action – or lack thereof – on a pension or budget bill this week. We heard whispers of a possible pension bill that gave us a slight twinkle of hope. However, that quickly faded as it became apparent no such a bill would be forthcoming.

 Turns out there are sick people everywhere this winter, even in the White House. Only it is not the flu that’s getting them down; it is the piling up of violence against women, of harassers and abusers, of sick men.