It WAS Thursday, May 10, 2018….but maybe it was because when I woke up that morning, following a pattern that has now become a habit, of looking at my I-Phone, hoping to read that Trump and Pence had been arrested, finding instead that somehow Trump remained free to obliterate our Constitution…maybe it was a big mistake of watching a video of Trump standing at the air force base, welcoming the three American hostages back to the United States, when all Trump could muster up was, this must be the most ratings anyone has ever received at 3:00 in the morning, of that Kim Jong-un treated the three Americans nicely…maybe it was the announcement that Trey Gowdy and Devin Nunes wanted the DOJ to release some of the information the Mueller team has discovered on the illicit and illegal actions of the Trump Campaign team, and that the ever not so Catholic con man Paul Ryan felt having the DOJ announce its findings publicly was really a good thing….maybe it was Mike Pence, holding court as if he was the guy sitting at the Purlie Gate, insisting that after a year, OMG, Mueller should give up his with hunt…
Maybe it was recalling the cocky look on the faces of Republicans bragging about low unemployment, as I headed for my 20 minute walk to the gym notching along Melrose and Santa Monica Boulevard three men sleeping on cardboard boxes, one woman lying on her side with what must have been a fresh bit of urine running down her leg…maybe it was the lady carrying three black plastic bags hunched over one of the garbage containers first shaking the off colored liquid, in a bottle then sipping it…maybe it was the guy who had to make the left turn on the red light almost knocking over the three kids with backpacks who assumed crossing on a green light was safe…maybe it was after the third time i zigged then zagged as three different individuals were busy texting on their phones while ignoring anyone and everything in their path…maybe it was noticing that there were no longer Mom and Pop shops on the main thoroughfares, but boutiques with very pricy items…maybe it was argument between the one very disheveled man picking up a half battered joint, while a very half dressed man grabbed at it claiming it was his…
Maybe it the fact that my parents taught me that doing the right thing no matter what pays off….maybe it was that I read the book ‘When Bad Things Happen To Good People, and wondering if now all of the was going to become the norm…maybe it was the fact that when Donald Trump once said he could stand in the middle of Times Square and shot someone and get away with it, that, in fact, he most likely WOULD! I am not sure what it was, but Thursday, May 10, 2018 was a lousy day, so lousy I felt as if a fog was reaching into my gut and up into my brain closing off any sense of righteousness, and any sense of justice. It was a day that i became even angrier at the world in which I live, that I also became mad at the dirt!
