During yet another purge of the basement,
I found a slide of a painting Art Boy did while in high school.
A three ring circus -
without any activity in any of the rings.
It occurred to me that
with the exception of the Dobbs decision and my resultant horror
at now having a toe over the line into the Land of Gilead,
this is how much of the past year and a half has felt;
no waking up in the morning with stomach churning dread
about what our idiot president has said or done;
no clear and convincing evidence splattered all over social media
that showed he was an agent of a foreign country,
intent on undermining the very foundation of our democracy
and sowing discontent wherever he went;
just boring politics as usual;
being directed, by and large, by adults
who, whether you agreed with them or not,
knew what they were doing.
The January 6th hearings were part of the narrative
but I was able to contain the amount of time spent immersed in them;
and since they merely spelled out in detail what I had imagined in my head,
not even they were particularly surprising.
Terrifying for how close we came to losing our country
as we've known it,
but I'd had that feeling for the preceding 6 years,
so, again, not a big surprise.
Until the search warrant executed at a beach resort in FLA 2 weeks ago -
which seemed to kick over another rock for all the repulsive subterranean creatures
to scurry back out from -
and into all aspects of our national consciousness
where they seem to prefer to live.
Hand to God,
if I could live the rest of my life without ever hearing his name again,
I'd be a happy woman.
The relentless bullshit, explanations and excuse making
by servile cretins who can't suck up to him fast enough
is an incredible spectacle to witness.
The fact that so many of them can,
with a straight face,
spew such nonsense as:
he wasn't aware he had them,
he needed the documents to write his memoirs,
he took them to the residence to study them,
to do 'homework' for his duties the next day,
'they' belonged to him,
all the Archives had to do was ask for them back
and, my personal favorite,
"what could he do to turn down the rhetoric
since tensions were running high and people were angry?"
Just let him know and he'd help.
Jesus, take the wheel.
As if he had any intention:
of writing memoirs -
he can't read,
let alone write!
Doing homework for the next day?
Bitch, plz!
Daily briefings had to be dumbed down to mini Dick and Jane primers
but with more pictures and fewer words
since he has the attention span of a gnat
and even less comprehension power.
And, btw, all you Repulsicans,
the only thing much of the country is angry about
is that the FBI gave him so much damn time since leaving office
to get the documents back to where they belong.
People are sitting in federal prisons for far fewer pieces of paper
and I guarantee you
no benefits of the doubt were extended to them.
Let's just hope the files hadn't already been digitized
and shared with the Saudis and Putin,
to keep his money stream going.
I'd say that only his death could put an end
to his occupying so much of the national zeitgeist
but with all the crack pots and conspiracy theorists slavishly following him,
can you even imagine the uproar him drawing his last breath will have?
Dear Lord, deliver us!
but honestly,
I'll bet its not the first time she was collateral damage from him.
For which she was rewarded with a grave by the first tee.
Does Marla get the second hole?
Melania, the third?
There are metaphors in there I'd rather not explore!
Someone make it stop!
