“It’s hard to exaggerate the culpability of this unhinged person,” Pelosi told Democrats on a private caucus call on Friday. “We cannot empower him.”
On long trips, as a kid, and when I took my own children on vacation, only to hear the continuous chant of “ARE WE THERE YET,” an old standby was to sing the ever-persistent and draining song of 100 Bottles of Beer on the Wall. Not a cleverly lyricized song, but certainly, a tune in which, the dreaded and draining moments of wishing to arrive at your destination, can pass by, albeit in a monotonous manner, 100 Bottles of Beer, helped calm the nerves, FOR A BIT. Because, even as you count down to zero bottles of beer, eventually there is MORE road ahead, or perhaps you become clever enough and start with zero bottles of beer and make the goal this time around, 100! The question always was how many times, how often, and for how long will a person need to count, until we are finally THERE!
I don’t care how it is stated, how misspoken the Trump minions and enablers wish to describe it, or what exact parsing of phrases anyone desires to cover up or completely showcase the events of a MOB ascending upon our Nation’s Capitol, it HAPPENED! And it happened at the behest of Donald J. Trump, and a slew of sewer rats considered his family members and his “close circle of confidants!” And as a citizen, I see that as “JUST QUITE ENOUGH ALREADY”, which then prompts the question for me, “ARE WE THERE YET!” I want TRUMP gone, I understand MAGA will still exist as does the fallout after a nuclear warhead is exploded, BUT I want the pilot of the plane who commanded the bomb drop, be GONE, NOW, IMMEDIATELY, SOONER AND INSTANTLY! How many times, do we have to count down how many bottles of beer on the wall, and add if one of those bottles of beer should fall…only to count again and again and again!
