DC is on fire. It has red streak of rage running through it, consumed by thwarted desires to be an equal part of the American firmament. It wishes to flare out its wings of justified rage against the justices horribilis of a poor and dangerous imitation of a Supreme Court. That rage is joined with many others, and the power and fierceness grows apace.
In fact, it is no difference than what is going on right now in our tormented country. Quite honestly I felt a feeling of relief as I boarded a plane where politics were not debated, where people were soft and kind, extended a helping hand and arm to a parent beset by a crying child and the anticipation of seeing friends and family were foremost.
People needed a vacation from the stresses of the world. Ukraine. Hunger. Inflation. Crazed gas prices. Arable land consumed by subdivisions which none can afford. Trump and his poison. The lies, the bold and useless lies of complicit GOP members in the treason of Trump. The anticipation of a restored hearing tomorrow. The increasing question as to whether Garland will move, get off the dime and prosecute to the fullest sense of the law. The absolute and most dangerous debacle and reality of a perverted, partisanship, twisted group of justices masquerading as partisans of justice.
For the next ten days or so I intend to revel in my family, new found and old, survivors of attempts to destroy them, and take joy in new lives for themselves and their families. For remembering that we are all family members together, supping together at the same table.
Elementary yet so difficult to internalize for so many.
My postings will be taking place from Israel over the next week and a half and might appear at differing times.
Shalom from Israel, from Jerusalem, the eternal capital of the Jewish people from time immemorial, and shukran, thank you, for reading the posts.
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