Well, that seems to have drawn blood
This morning, senile West Wing interloper Donald Trump had a complete meltdown in front of the White House over former Special Counsel Robert S. Mueller III’s public statements yesterday. Here’s a taste of his Captain Queeg moment:
I know C-SPAN has to follow convention and call the creature “president”, but he’s nothing of the kind. He’s a maniac with his finger on the button. He’s sinking into a slough of despond as he sees his world crashing about him. His exits are being cut off one by one, and all that he has ahead of him is ignominy and penury.
He began this journey out of spite and vengeance, proving that he could do what the black guy before him did, and do it better, because of his “superior genes”. Vengeance usually leads to no good result, and we’re seeing that playing out in real-time. Of course, the tragic thing is that we’re going to suffer along as he is taught a lesson in hubris.
This brings us back to the question of impeachment. It’s not enough, obviously, to impeach this man. He feels no shame, and being charged by the House will not cow him. He is nothing but a ball of animus and resentment, as are his most ardent followers. We have to get rid of him, lock, stock, and barrel. And right now, I don’t know if Mitch McConnell, an even greater villain in this morality play we call our current timeline, would even bring forward a trial in the Senate. It’s a dangerous game we’re playing: rattle Trump enough so that 17 GOP Senators say “basta”, while keeping an eye on the missiles flying from their silos. This isn’t hyperbole; again, we have a madman in control of our nuclear arsenal.
“May you live in interesting times” is certainly more of a curse than a blessing.
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