I really thought we’d finally gotten rid of the Orange Menace, but he’s back. You’ve got to hand it to what’s-his-name. He wanted to be special and he is. Not in a good way, but who else has managed to get impeached twice? That’s about as special as it gets. It’s almost like getting another year of your show being on the air. Almost. Actually, this impeachment is nothing like the last impeachment. After getting past T—-‘s horrendous lawyers, today’s presentation was mesmerizing and frankly, terrifying and it made me cry. I understand (from commentators) that even those who wouldn’t look at the footage shown yesterday couldn’t stop watching today. The senate was silent, too including 50 Republicans who usually have a lot of whining and complaining to do. This time no one had anything to say. Maybe buried inside them is a conscience trying break free.
I wasn’t even crying for the people but rather for finding myself living in a very bad place — in one of those countries that T&@%$ described as shitholes. Those other countries may be desperately poor, but I think we are worse because we did it ourselves. We elected the moron. Freely and democratically.
What is wrong with us? For that matter, what’s wrong with the Republicans? How can they sit through this and not be tooo humiliated to look in a mirror? Aren’t they ready to die of shame? Of course, it’s possible that they have no sense of shame. I don’t think they are merely bad politicians. I think they are terrible people who deserve a lot more punishment than merely failing to get elected. But then again, what do I know? I just live here.
While all of this was progressing, Owen baked French bread which was fantastic and we ate a lot of bread. By the time dinner showed up, I was so full of warm, fresh French bread, I could barely nibble at it. The bread was everything French bread ought to be. Crusty, light, tasty and hot from the oven, slathered with butter. Mmm. Yum.
There will be another day of this tomorrow and the day after. — and more, for all I know. It’ll keep me busy during however long it takes me to get vaccinated. I’ll probably watch because I can’t help myself. I need to see this however badly it ends. Personally, I really don’t care whether what’s-his-name is impeached or brought to court on charges in a regular court of law. Actually, I might like that even more because I absolutely love the idea of his inflated orange self spending the remainder of his years in a prison cell by which I mean a real cell in a real prison, not one of those comfy places where they send rich white offenders who are getting a slap on the wrist from doing terrible things with old peoples’ retirement money. No, I want him in a chilly, steel-coated Federal prison in a 10 X 6-foot cell with bad lighting and a hard, narrow bed.
Does my failure to forgive Orange-Head make me a bad sport? I find myself lacking a warm sense of forgiveness. He was a terrible president, a dreadful person. Whatever happens to him, I’m sure he deserves worse.
Pass the bread and butter.