March 24, 2019, one more day, that, for me will live in Infamy, etched into my conscious, embedded upon my skin and soul, as if it was a fiery branding iron, inscribed with lies, interrupted truths, and a litany of loose ends tied up into a matted ball of steely fabric. One more day when a madman is permitted to remain on the loose when a tyrant’s behavior is blessed and the exploitation and degradation of principle and purpose of justice and jurisprudence were placed on a mesh wire left to bake over open coals. History is always one step ahead of us, and on Sunday, March 24, 2019, history became distorted, disjointed, and a divisive tool used to divide and conquer and to demolish democracy. The Mueller Report, was delivered to an Attorney General, who had suggested early on in his audition for the position of lead prosecutor of justice for the American people, that HE, believed no matter what or who, (unless that guy or gal was a Democrat) the person sitting as the President, could and should be able to get away with crime, realize no punishment, and be able to be excused from owning any responsibility or recourse for actions against the United States.
Like so many other times, in his life, Trump once again performed acts of crime and got away with any and all of his anarchist actions, understanding that to break the law is a lot easier than to have the law break you. Smugly, and as sinister and insidious as ever, Trump’s actions were left unchecked, and William Barr, made it clear, that there was nothing to be seen, even though the crime scene was scattered with so much guilt, if one stared at it long enough, he or she, with any conscienceless could and would go blind. America has been raped and battered, and bled, and harmed and left a victim by a psychopath and his associates more sympathetic to a narcissistic snake oil salesman than a nation of honest men and women.
Outrage is no longer even strong enough…sheer lunacy doesn’t even capture the moment…an invasion has taken place in America, and it seems all the common people can do is watch…it is as if we were watching a scene from the movie “Dog Day Afternoon”…“Sonny Wortzik: Kiss me, man. Detective Sergeant Eugene Moretti: What? Sonny Wortzik: Kiss me. When I'm being fucked, I like to get kissed a lot.” When does this end…how does this end…and how the fuck did this ever start?
