Two large pine trees hover over the corner windows in my apartment. These seem to be a midway spot for a male and female cardinal, chickadees, and juncos. Once the quarreling blue jays wake me, I can sit by a widow and watch the flying parade swoop to a neighbor’s crushed bagels for their morning treat. With a $10 birdwatching telescope, instead of scrolling through the too depressing news, I smile at the chirping marvels.
While I am terrified about Russia – Ukraine, I am still taken aback by the blatant disrespect that Trump has shown the office of the president. Whenever we read about another Trumpian shenanigan, my sister and I say, “They’ve got him now.” But Teflon Don keeps slipping by.
From taking classified documents to Mar-a-logo to his role in the Insurrection on January 6th, he manages to hold onto a portion of what was once the decent Republican party and twist it to accommodate his nefarious wishes. Let’s remember how he downplayed COVID-19 so emphatically that thousands in the red states are dying because they are anti-vaxxers.
If justice is to be found, we can thank his accounting firm for abandoning him and for the judge who says he and his children must comply with the January 6th Committee subpoenas.
As Shakespeare has written, “Murder will out.”
It’s time to air Trump’s dirty linen in public, bury all that is Trumpian, then return to a civil society.
Copyright 2022 Rita Watson