I wonder what the end of that sentence might be. We are talking about the end - if there is an end - to this whole rigamarole involving and revolving around the Demented One. It appears to be descending into another phase of the strength of staying power, the intensity of anger, of fear, of truth.
As of now, pieces have begun to crumble off. This one confesses and the other one adds to it. Lies are tried and then discovered and warnings handed out about obstruction of justice and interference with the process. Threats are made and we are in a nose to nose contest of the schoolyard. Who will cry uncle first - anyone's guess.
I believe that Trump had himself convinced that no matter what, he would either win the 2018 mid terms or he would maintain the power of fear over his minions and nothing would happen. He even allowed a farce to be made of his supposed defense team, what with a wacky Giuliani mouthing off, changing stories, Cohen breaking down and telling all he knew, Manafort doing desperate terms and twists, all to no avail, and now, why now it is payback time. Like it or not, he will have to reveal his tax returns. He will have to turn over all papers and documents re the inauguration expenses, re emoluments, the profit taking of his hotels as they rip off the government and the taxpayers, and the bill has come due.
I would just like to know who invited the two idiots - Junior and Eric - to chime in from the peanut gallery with their nonsense and stupidity? Who cares about them and their comments. Evidently they think they are now part of the new aristocracy of America, the first family, and thus are entitled to say and mouth off whatever and whenever they wish to.
But still, do we not all wish that this would just disappear, that we would wake up and find a woman in the White House, Trump still ranting away on his ridiculous and fake show, and the government functioning in such a manner as to protect the people of the country and the world. Then, my friends, the winner would be US. Yes, us, the citizens and residents of this country, the people of the world for all would benefit if our energies were turned to finding new answers to old problems and to untangle new problems. There would be no mass migrations if the problems of climate change were addressed, if lands were not swallowed by the sea or covered with the sand of encroaching dunes. Children would be able to play, rather than take a gun and go off to the jungle to fight an adult's war.
No, I know that this would not be a snap of the fingers, would take time and a great deal of effort, of attempts that succeed and those that do not, but truly, what else should we be doing if we are to survive, if our little orb in space will continue to provide us with hearth and safety.
Would it not be a nice thing to have our analysts concentrate on something other than the latest outrage perpetrated by the Demented One? Would it not, in fact, be truly nice to have a normal President? Would it not be nice, for a change, to discuss some theoretical point rather than try to counter lies about hordes of new Huns besieging our borders? Could we at least try to make history in a positive manner rather than knowing that future historians will shake their heads in wonderment as to how this era happened, or worse, how all ignored the fall of America and the encroachment of worldwide dictatorship?
Pipe dreams? Maybe. But I still recall the video which the Beatles put out with their song the Pipes of Peace, when on Christmas Eve the soldiers of opposing forces climbed out of their trenches and became people again, not objectified enemies to be killed and for what? Why can we not throw out all who oppose these pipes, give everyone a fresh one and new tobacco and let us all smoke to peace, to humanity, to justice, to hope. For our children if not for us. Pipe dreams can become realities if, and only if, we are willing to get in there and tamp the tobacco down, puff to get it all started off properly and keep at it. Can we? Can we become the declared winner? I truly hope so.
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