From: THE SHINBONE STAR: IS DONALD TRUMP ABOUT TO SHOOT HIMSELF IN THE FOOT?
Donald Trump’s vanity finally collided head on with his inherent ignorance when he tinkered with the annual National Defense Authorization Act (NDAA). Deep inside this act lurks a locked and cocked .44 Magnum disguised as an unrelated piece of boring regulatory legislation about locking up money launderers.
The wily congressional solons’ who put it there must have known that if the proposal to seek out money launderers was a standalone bill it would attract distraught lawyers and lobbyists representing high-end real estate developers like locusts on a wheat field. To avoid that kind of confrontation, they cleverly buried their proposal in the $740.5 billion National Defense Authorization Act (NDAA) for fiscal year 2021.
On Dec. 13, after the proposed law passed Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell’s (R-Ky) muster, Trump telegraphed his support for the legislation. Either Trump didn’t understand the implications of the obscure rider or he didn’t think it applied to him. It is not even beyond the realm of possibility to think Trump offered his support for a law that could muddy his future without ever intending to let it see the light of day.
All things considered, I’m ready to let go of Trump and watch him sink into the quicksand.
You wouldn’t think that Trump has any feet remaining to shoot, would you? I admit I didn’t know about that little piece of add-on legislation. Once El Trumpo is out of office, I have a feeling that for this reason — and SO many others — the hounds of Hell will be on his trail. Not that I mind except I think it’s time to let Trump and his minions slide into their homemade quicksand. Please, let’s not make them the centerpiece of next year’s news.
I am weary. Weary, tired, feeling more like I’m in jail than housebound. I’ve been housebound before due to health issues, but not for this long and not with the news pounding on my brainstem about the danger danger danger lurking “out there.” Mind you they are simultaneously telling us to “get out and get some air” while also telling us that breathing the air might also (by the way) kill us. My goal from the beginning was to outlast this asshole and get my life back. Meanwhile, I seem to be getting older and nothing changes. As Biden so well put it the other day, at this rate it will be YEARS before we actually GET vaccinated. It’s moving so slowly in Massachusetts, they haven’t even gotten health workers vaccinated yet and they’ve set it up so it goes entirely by age without regard to health or disability status. If you don’t live in a “home for demented old people,” you aren’t even in the queue. So Garry (who is already 78) will get vaccinated even though his brain is just fine — and maybe by February or March or, depending on who you listen to — May or June (!) — Owen and I (because I’m only 73) and Owen “merely” works out in the big wide germy world will get vaccinated. It’s hard to feel optimistic given those parameters.
I think there will be a lot of organization and their lawyers chasing Trump down, but I also think it’s possibly self-destructive. He’s a crook. Bigtime. He was a sleaze and a weasel before he ran for office and now he’s quite probably a stooge for the Russians, too. But who will gain by all the furor? It will only add to the division we’ve got. It won’t speed up vaccinations or free people like me from the imprisonment of home. I don’t wear an ankle bracelet, but I might as well be wearing one.
Ironically, Garry doesn’t mind. He’s always been a bit of a recluse and the quiet and silence seems to suit him. I’m not exactly a big party goer, but I wouldn’t mind seeing a new face now and then or having a casual conversation with someone who doesn’t live here. Being a writer is the best part of life and being a photographer is the second best part of life (except when it is the first best). How do all those non-creative, non-writing, non-thinkers, non-readers survive? Maybe that’s why they are going nuts? They don’t have it in them to create their own reason to live.
As I said: I’m not convinced going after Trump, no matter how disgusting, crude ,and traitorous he has been will accomplish anything other than increasing the hatred in our country. For that matter, in the rest of the world. I could be wrong, but I think maybe it’s time to rein in the the red-eyed, iron-hoofed horses of rage. Let’s all take a handful of Xanex with a few ounces of bourbon and maybe smoke a bong or three. These days, we call that combination “chilling out.”