(Editorial note : I goofed! Thought I had finished yesterday’s entry but I had 30 words left. So um… welcome to Bonus Entry Sunday)
Let me start off by saying : I don’t give a crap if he’s convicted.
Doesn’t matter. It’s completely beside the point. He’s out of office. He’s probably never going to run for President again. He hated the job the first time and only ran for re-election because of pride and the narcissist’s need to cling to what they have regardless of whether or not they want it.
Ref. : Terrible parents who hate their kids but fight like hell for custody.
No, I don’t give the tiniest of craps whether he is convicted. All that matters is that he be investigated. Investigated to the nth degree.
I want the trial to dig up all his dirty secrets. All his criminal activities. All his most egregious betrayals of everyone he has ever known. All his fucked up family secrets. I want him to have to watch on TV as he is stripped naked in public and there is not a god damned thing he can do about it.
And not just him. I want all his cronies dragged naked and screaming onto the public stage as well. Mitch McConnell, Lindsey Graham, every one who voted against accepting the election results, all his press secretaries, every ex-staffer, everyone he threw under the bus, you name it…they all need to be put on the witness stand and made to sweat in the spotlight as they are forced to testify to all the ways they betrayed America in Trump’s name.
And trust me, they will sing. Because Trump shows no loyalty, he inspired no loyalty, and so there will be plenty of underlings willing to stick their dagger into Trump in public, knowing there is no way he can stop them or punish them for it.
I mean, what’s he going to do… fire them?
And once the lower level people really get the flames of Hell burning below decks for Trump. even his loyalists will start to jump ship as they decide they would rather drown than burn. They will really get that bonfire raging.
And then, the absolute masterpiece of this schadenfreude smorgasbord : making Trump testify. Because you know he’s going to fall to pieces when subjected to questions he can’t dodge, doesn’t like, and can’t tantrum his way out of.
Every narcissist’s mortal enemy is reality, and he will be getting a massive dose of it in front of the whole world without any way to prevent it.
Plus, as we all know, he will be completely unable to avoid perjuring himself. He has no concept of reality any more and his own reality is so riddled with delusional bullcrap that he honestly has no idea when he’s lying.
So I am really looking forward to watching him lose his mind completely when questioned by prosecutors with nobody there to protect him,
My anticipation level for that approaches a cultist’s fervor for the Apocalypse.
Also remember that everything in his Senate trial can then be used as a basis for or evidence to support criminal charges. So that even when the whole thing is done, he will have dozens more trials ahead of him. Trial after trial like the one he just went through for the rest of his life.
Who knows, maybe he’ll kill himself. That would be sad because it would mean he never really paid for his crimes.
Or maybe he’ll just die from the stress. He’s 78 after all.
Or maybe he will try to flee, and we can all watch his inept, bumbling attempts to evade capture end will him fleeing to his buddy Vlad Putin…. who turns his back on him.
Given all that, does the actual Senate verdict matter? Not at all.
And all we have to do is pop the popcorn and sit back to enjoy the show.
More after the break.
On getting Vocal
Crossposted the above Trump stuff to Vocal. the blogging site where in theory I can get paid for blogging if my posts get enough hits.
I feel good about what I wrote. It might not quite be the streamlined all-action tight punchy prose of my dreams. but it’s relatively focused, all on the same topic, and written in a witty and engaging fashion.
Plus it amuses me to imagine it actually gaining traction and my getting an absolute shitstorm of angry comments… from liberals!
“Stop trying to make us have hope!” they cry.
Geez, sorry. I’ll never do THAT again.
Like hell I won’t. What can I say, I’m a scrappy optimist who fights for hope every chance I get.
In politics, at least. In my personal life. well… I am learning.
Despair is such an easy out that it becomes extremely addictive. Whatever the stressor is, just give up and screw the consequences.
After all, nobody can expect you to keep trying when you’re sad!
Or mad, or scared, ;or bored, or….ever, really.
Like I have said many times before, the main appeal of giving up is that it brings instant relief from the stress. Sure, it might have fucked you over in the long or even medium term, but like any junkie, you will sacrifice all self-worth and your own best interests in order to get that sweet, sweet blast of relief.
Despair, then, is just addictive failure extended into the future. No longer content with merely giving up on a case by case basis, the addiction now moves against its greatest enemy, hope, and attacks the very idea of it.
Victory in this stage of depressions assault on your sanity occurs when it convinces you that even thinking about hope is pointlessly painful and you settle into survival mode.
And now you are depression’s bitch.
The secret, then, is learning to give up on giving up. Start with delaying giving up by just five seconds. That’s all. Five seconds.
That’s enough for you to learn that not giving up is possible. That you are not as weak as you thought you were.
And you can build yourself up from there, one second at a time.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.