That's how long it's been since my last post about politics, and it was about a poet, at that. So, 20 days, since the inauguration. That might possibly be a record in the last four years of this blog.
I have no words of wisdom about this impeachment trial. Thoughts, yes. Wisdom, no.
As you might have guessed, I've tried to read or listen to as little as possible. And I've watched zero of the proceedings, live or in recap. I don't see the point.
A. We know what happened.
B. The House and Senate knows what happened. The Republican side doesn't care.
C. No 17 Republican senators are going to vote for conviction. Even the 6-7 who "allowed" the trial to be held won't vote for conviction. Mark my words.
I mean, that's it in a nutshell, correct?
This total bullshit after, 'can't convict after he's out of office' is kind of on #moscowmitch, no? He is the one who delayed the trial until after BLOTUS was gone.
So, this is an exercise in futility.
From all accounts, the prosecutors (whomever they are - from/for the House? the Senate?) did a whiz-bang job. The semi-newly hired BLOTUS lawyers? Not so much.
Seriously, if you don't follow Luke Skywalker on Twitter, you should. He has tons of money, so he doesn't have to work a lot and has done little but troll BLOTUS the last four years.
And as much as I want BLOTUS removed and not able to run again (though he will more likely be dead in four years), the conviction is not for that. Send the fucking signal to the next (current) group of asswipes, that this isn't tolerated.
Simple. As. That.
Mind you, they're asswipes, so they either won't get the message or think it doesn't apply to them, so......again, this entire things is a waste.
Next political post? Let's try to make it 21 days.*
*on the off off off off off off off chance the Senate does convict, I will be obligated to lose that proposed timeline.
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