Getting impeached? Start a war!
Impeachment is not a remedy for private wrongs; it’s a method of removing someone whose continued presence in office would cause grave danger to the nation.
It’s a ploy, people. Trust me. The attack that killed Iranian General Soleimani was literally nothing more than Trump’s ghastly attempt to deflect from the impeachment he so richly deserves.
Already, his decorticate base is trying to say he did nothing wrong. Um…apart from the fact that damn near everything he does or has done is wrong, yeah, he did. He called the president of Ukraine and tied getting military aid to finding dirt on Biden — who has a good chance against him — in order to hamstring a campaign he fears. If that isn’t impeachable, what is? Oh. Yeah. A sizeable percentage of his entire stolen presidency.
It’s been hard to wait. Watching Nancy Pelosi, who admittedly is a past master of this game of political chicken, wait for the perfect moment — the perfect crime — has been agony. I thought sure the Mueller report would do it, but nope. She remained on her nest, brooding over an egg that would promise certainty, knowing all she had to do would be to wait. Something would tempt Trump out into the open where she could catch him so incontrovertibly that there would be no out. She needed something so vile that not even McConnell’s brazen vow to break his oath of office in a display of loyalty to a man he openly loathes but has no problems with using will be enough to get that orange bastard off the hook. And lo! Trump handed her the most perfect of misdeeds with so much proof that only the most decorticate of his followers would believe he hadn’t done it.
So what does Trump do when cornered? Like any gutter rat, he bares his yellowed, ragged fangs and starts savaging anything that gets too near. In this case, he’s playing on his campaign statement that he could shoot someone in the middle of 5th Avenue and still get elected — or, in this case, re-elected. (Check quote).
For now, it’s the old bait and switch diversionary tactic of start a war! Aggress! Create a diversion! Let’s start World War III! There’s no downside to it! Diverts attention from criminal acts, it’s great for the economy and there hasn’t been a real invasion here for damn near a century! It all happens on their turf! Sounds like a plan!
It was Nixon who created and then solidified my cynicism about the Republican Party and nothing I have seen since has changed my mind. The mild disdain that started with my Democrat parents’ dislike of the man has blossomed over the decades with every new piece of vile evidence that these people have no heart. No soul. And most certainly, no concept of ethics. Right is might and money! If you have enough of either, you make the rules! Besides, if Jesus had wanted you to have clean water, good food, safe shelter, a decent education, a thriving earth, he would’ve made sure you were rich too. Obviously, that wasn’t the case! No, we exist to work for his wealth! To absorb all the toxicity his companies have spewed into the environment! Cannon fodder! And those not healthy enough to be slaughtered by the response to his little diversionary measure — well, they can slave away for minimum wage in another of his enterprises. Waste not, want not, right?
Doubt me? Give me a list of everything the Republican Party has done in the last 50 years that’s in the best interest of the 98% and the planet.
Go ahead. I’m waiting.
And now we’re facing the potential for World War III. The world is in shambles. Australia is on fire, as so much of the rest of the world so recently was. Russia and China are scooping up the allegiance of all the countries this illegitimate president and his cronies have been busy blowing to smithereens, solidifying themselves as the world powers and relegating us to the weak, puling, conscienceless, ineffectual, vain isolationists that Trump and his ilk have made us into.
We are already seeing the consequences. The planetary crisis has just been made exponentially worse by the carbon the world’s fires have spewed into the atmosphere. The young people are up in arms as they see their future crumbling — underlying their passion is a hopelessness I’ve never before seen in the young. Tiny creatures everywhere are dying horribly. The earth itself cries out for justice and surcease as this damned orange Nero lights the god damned match and drops it into his barrel of kerosene.
If we don’t finish this impeachment and remove this horror and his ilk from power — then get to work reversing all the damage these bastards have done — the consequences won’t just be to we who have the power to make change. They will be visited on all who have no say whatsoever in their fate. And that will make every one of us monsters, too.