Atticus
Atticus's JournalMakers of bumper stickers, caps, tees, etc.--- a new acronym to popularize:
"ITSOB!"
INDICT THE SON OF A BITCH!
I do not want to hear "We can't indict Trump because it is too close to the midterms".
I do not want to hear "We can't indict Trump because he's declared he's running for POTUS in 24."
I do not want to hear "We can't indict a former POTUS."
I do not want to hear "Indicting Trump would set a bad precedent."
"Hew to the line! Let the chips fall where they may!"
It is surely some measure of the Republicans' insecurity that they feel compelled to
cast President Biden's fist-bump with an Arabian autocrat as the equivalent of a spit-swappin' kiss.
Gardeners---I have found a way to use those HUGE zucchini that you overlooked for days.
Properly hollowed out, they can make a very serviceable kayak.
Even folks who live in or near small towns like I do lock their cars doors when they park on
"Main Street" at this time of year.
If you don't, some neighbor will fill your back seat with zucchini!
In an increasingly digital and precisely aligned world I find myself more appreciative of my
"natural" organic surroundings. Thoreau was definitely on to something when he advised us to "Simplify, simplify."
On a day when the thermometer is nudging the high nineties, cool water, a breeze and a shady seat are gifts for which those working with a shovel or axe or scythe are grateful.
The miracle of a seedling seeking the new light where a storm-felled oak lies tangled and broken on the forest floor can remind us that our time to fall will also come.
And, some sights and sounds are so sudden and unexpected and beautiful that we can do little but gape at them in awe as they pass. Last evening, as we sat outside while the day faded, a dozen Canada geese glided directly overhead on their approach to our neighbor's pond, their undersides painted by the slanting gold rays of the setting sun while they ka-honked among themselves. We could but smile at each other and mark the moment for future memories.
I appreciate the digital world, but treasure my Dad's advice to "never get far from nature."
I am a Democrat. I have been one all my life. My Dad was a Democratic Precinct Committeeman and
the first time I ever saw my Mom cry was when Ike beat Adlai.
I vote for Democrats---ALL Democrats---in all elections; local, county, state and federal.
Have all the Democrats I've ever voted for kindled that enthusiasm---that "fire in the belly"---we hear so much about?
No.
Some did, some were just OK, some I did not know much about and some I really did not care for. But, they were all Democrats and when you get right down to where the rubber meets the road that's all I really needed to know. I really mean it when I say "All things considered, any Democrat is better than any Republican". I voted for MY party because I understood that it was only because of MY party that kids from the wrong side of the tracks had a shot at getting an education and climbing out of poverty; only MY party cared about the poor, the "different", the "least among us".
All of the above is preface to saying that I am still "ridin' with Biden". I hope he runs again and I will vote for him in any primary. But, of course, I will support and vote for whoever MY party selects to carry our banner in '24.
The job of seizing every opportunity to slash our President and our party is already being performed very enthusiastically by the Republicans and the rightwing bloggers and broadcasts. We should not be echoing them or providing them with soundbites.
Before anyone gets all bent out of shape and angrily demands "Are you saying I can't criticize Democrats?", no, I am simply suggesting that we be responsible in our public comments and remember that not all who read here are friends.
This is worth repeating, I think: "Having a religion is like having a penis. It is OK to have one
and even ok to be proud of it, but when you start waving it in the face of others you should expect trouble".
My "Disgustometer" has been pegged in the red zone for several years and the causes are so
numerous that complaining about just one seems a pretty puny undertaking. Nevertheless,-----
While I am glad that so many former employees of the Trump regime are FINALLY spilling the beans about what went on where they had worked, the fact is that long after everyone with an ounce of brains and a shred of decency KNEW what a disgusting arrogant criminal their boss was, they CHOSE to continue serving him and doing what they could to assist him in achieving record levels of racism, misogyny, disunity and disparity between haves and have nots.
I can't get past that.
Most of us, it seems to me, have not really learned anything about Trump in the past five years that we did not already "know".
We knew he was a liar, a phony, a philanderer and a criminal.
We knew he was a greedy, self-centered man-child who thought he was entitled to simply take whatever he wanted when he wanted it.
WE knew this. Are we to believe that these people who have just discovered "patriotism" somehow failed to notice what "rough beast" was squatting in the Oval Office?
They knew. They knew all that we know---and more---but decided to invoke the principle that has been the foundation of the Republican party for decades: "I've got mine! To hell with everyone else!"
They knew, but they happily rode on the Trump Train until there was no doubt the wheels were coming off.
Cippolone's suggestion that Pence should be awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom--like John Lewis, Nelson Mandela, Mother Teresa---made me throw up just a little in my mouth.
This is worth what it's costing you: methinks the feces is about to strike the rotary air
redistribution device.
(re: criminal charges against Trump and his crew.)
Before frost.
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