An Angel of Hope

With all that is grim and depressing, an angel of hope...or change....or hope...or change.... anyway, he has descended from his heavenly mansion to bless the onlookers of a carnival parade in Dusseldorf, Germany. Draped in a robe fashioned after the American flag, and crowned with a glorious halo, he and his over-sized, aerodynamically challenged ears float above the reveling crowd. As he was ascending to his castle in the clouds, he felt a tug on his robe. It was the meek and lowly, blond-haired, Europe. The Angel of Hope knew that the only way Europe would make it into Heaven, was on his coat-tails. Once he heard her plea of "we too!", he allowed her to tag along. We will see if St. Peter will allow little Europe entrance at the pearly gates.