Law, Power, and Justice

It makes me so sad. Syria. The stories. All the hope, all the dreams, of freedom, of democracy, of fulfillment. I lean for them, how I lean for them, but as a snarky old lady living in a country that just gave itself away to fascists, I am not optimistic.

I am living in a country that would not risk fighting for what was right, a country of cowards protecting their positions in the elite. And now, after pardoning the son of the president, they are talking about pardoning the entire Democratic Party elite. And, on top of that, they are talking about pardoning Donald Trump.

Yes, let’s just pardon the entire political elite class and leave the rest of us out here twisting in the wind. And let’s pardon Donald Trump because the Democratic Party Elite think that that may bring about a system where they can continue to grift and make millions as “democratic strategists.” Who cares about what happens to the rest of us, who are living on Social Security, or Medicare, or Veterans benefits and hospitals. As long as the Rham Emanual’s of the party can continue to do their insider trading and whatever else they do to wind up as millionaires after a few years in office.

I am sick of it. Sick up to the back teeth. I will never vote for another Democrat if they pardon the Democratic elite and especially if they pardon Trump claiming “healing.” Fucking healing? You want to know what would be healing to me? To see Donald Trump for once treated like every other person before the law. Donald Trump in prison would heal me. James Clyburn can go to hell.

I’m really in now for the night. The cats have chosen their spots, after a little discombobulation about me running the vacuum at 9:40 PM at night. I could hear the murmurs of disapproval. But, I think we are alright. Pooper is upstairs with me settling in his heated bed.

Night. I hope we survive tomorrow.