We’ve seen enough to allow us to draw some conclusions about the White House and those who occupy it these days. They’re not bothering to wear masks anymore.
The storm of finger pointing and claims of authoritative evidence this side, that side, or some other side the daily deluge is not going to bring sanity into the equation. When all parties and at least two foreign governments illegally influenced the last elections or otherwise sold the country out maybe it’s time to back away a while. See who’s left standing when the dust settles.
I seems clear nobody’s going to come out of this thing clean if they’ve occupied the White House since 1992, or aspired to occupy it. And the irony that everyone in the White House or aspiring to be there sold their souls to the Russians ought to be funny because it’s too overwhelmingly absurd to be anything else.
What we do know, or ought to know, is that one way to become wealthy is get elected to National Office. And that doing what makes you wealthy once in office is evidently universally irresistible. Even when the Chief Justice of the US Supreme Court dies in spang in the middle of a piece of a bribe payoff it barely raises an eyebrow. It certainly doesn’t interrupt the public display of remorse at his loss.
I get all my news off Facebook and from Johnny, my neighbor-across-the-hall, who owns a television. Watches sports, stock-car racing, weather, and picks up the occasional piece of juicy Washington gossip.
Which might be too much news for me to stomach.
Back in the Clinton years I vowed to go through an entire presidential term without knowing who was in the White House. I would have succeeded, I think, were it not from the interruption of 9-11. After that I gradually allowed news to creep back into my consciousness.
Now, it seems I can resign myself to be constantly dumbstruck, or I can just retreat back into my worship of Old Sol, listen to Gregorian chants mornings, classical music the rest of the day, and leave current events to those who love knowing them.
If I have the will power to manage it.
Old Jules
So Far From Heaven 