And I’ll use you as a warning sign
That if you talk enough sense, then you’ll lose your mind
Amber Run, I Found
It has been a very long time since I posted. I honestly don’t have the words. Horror follows on the heels of horror – the gutting of our national monuments, the green light on the leaking Keystone Pipe Line, the end of net neutrality, the end of affordable healthcare, the end of the Consumer Protection Bureau, the end of the CHIP program, the packing of the courts, the rise of voter suppression, the rise of white supremacy, the likely election of a child molester to the Senate, the power and influence of habitual sexual predators over our lives, the power and influence of a racist government over our lives, the power and influence of the Republican Party, driven by greed and hostile to democracy, over our lives, a corrupt Supreme Court, Murdoch and Sinclair, the Kochs buying influence at PBS, NPR, the FCC, and Time, inc., mass shootings followed by thoughts and prayers.
The specter of a Nobel Peace recipient overseeing the genocide of the Rohingya people.
And much more. Through it all Trump grinning like an idiot, lying about whatever suits him in the moment with no checks and no consequences.
Who is the very worst person in the country today? So many, many contenders. Suddenly Lisa Murkowski is on the short list. At least we know what the price of her principles is. Wilbur Ross? Ajit Pai? Kellyanne Conway? What riches! Hard to choose.
But my winner is the dishonorable, despicable Mitch McConnell, once again edging out the smug and smarmy Paul Ryan.
The tide is high when Lily takes me for my walk and twice we’ve been caught in an alcove as the waves swept in, soaking me up to my knees, which means Lily is swimming. In a few more months, the beach will disappear and then what will we do?
A dead seal spent a couple of days on the sand. I don’t know if the tide or the county took her away. But it started me thinking about how one of Lily’s many perfections is her lack of interest in rolling in dead things. And then I thought of how I get up every morning and immediately go to see what thing that I love about my country has been taken away today and wondered if this isn’t me rolling in dead things at the first opportunity. But then the metaphor falls apart, because a dog rolling in dead fish is a vision of joy. I am not.
We are putting a great deal of faith in Mueller, a man about whom I know next to nothing. Plus there is a very real possibility that he will show up with the goods and the Republican congress will make some speeches and move on. There is no reason to put any faith at all in Republicans. Jeff Flake says he cares about the deficit. Susan Collins says she cares about healthcare costs. John McCain says he cares about regular order. In the midnight hours, as Friday turned to Saturday, we all saw what they really care about.