I admit it. Other than a short car ride with Owen today, I watched the news. Garry has a cold. Not a really bad cold, but he was already bummed having realized that NOTHING he thought was going to get better has gotten better. So getting a cold seemed grossly unfair. Can’t say I blame him.
The rules of order in the House are bizarre. I don’t have a clue how they figure out who has how much time remaining. I can’t even figure out how they keep track of it. Is there a special computer or something which tells the Speaker who has how much time remaining? It’s nuts.
As far as news goes, I have a lot of theories about what I think might happen and what I think is likely to happen — and how this piece of history is going to work out. These are educated guesses and I could be entirely wrong. I probably am entirely wrong. Or maybe I’m absolutely right. I know enough history to feel my guesses are better educated than most, but I’ve also seen how bizarre the world is.
Since everyone is glued to the news including me, I’m not going to spend all of my time writing when no one is in the mood to read, but here’s what I’m thinking.
McConnell doesn’t think it’s possible to have a Senate trial in the time remaining — AND he wants to expel T**** from the GOP. To get “his team” on board with him, he needs more time. He wants to get rid of T**** for good. His cell phone is going to burst into flames. He might burst into flames.
Meanwhile (meanwhile, meanwhile, meanwhile) — Garry’s worried that some local nut job is going to pick up a gun and come out shooting. I pointed out that he might be right, but short of hiring armed guards, there’s not a whole lot we can do about it, so we might as well watch the news and speculate. Garry has seen a lot of very ugly stuff. He doesn’t talk about it, though he occasionally alludes to it. Aside from all the flak he got for being the first Black guy in his neighborhood, school, college, fraternity, network news operation, local news operation and on and on, he once discovered the soft mushy stuff under his feet were corpses. And there was so much more. He’s seen a lot of dead people, often before the cops showed up. Not surprisingly, this has all left it’s marks on his psyche.
Garry was always an optimist. He was sure that by the time he retired, things — everything — would be better. Instead, the world is a bummer. After a life of being sure it’s getting better, he realized rather abruptly that “things” are not only not better, they are much worse. It haunts his dreams and I’m trying to make sure they don’t haunt mine. One of us needs to stay sane. It has become increasingly difficult to find a sane path and follow it.
I have some nice pieces to write. I took some interesting — and different — pictures today. Not birds! Not squirrels! That’s right. I took pictures in a different city! Holy moly!
Meanwhile, I’m going to watch the news. I feel like this is the end of “The Thing” and everyone is warning me to: “Watch the skies! Keep watching the skies!” I’m watching. Really, I’m watching. Is that an asteroid?