19 days to go before I leave America. I’m going from swamp to desert. Who says geezers can’t handle radical change?
Given what is going on in my adopted country — not just post Charlottesville, but everything else too — never have I been more certain of the correctness of my decision in January ’17 to move abroad, until Donald Trump is forcibly removed from office by any legal means necessary.
When it rain it pours.
Let me explain what I mean, because like The Donald, no matter the subject, it’s always about me.
I’ve had to fix quite a few things with/in our house lately before leaving. It’s costing me stacks, man.
For example, a mysterious leak has sprung in an outside wall in the back of our house, and has to be located by a professional (read: very expensive!) leak detection outfit and fixed today before things got worse.
Many appliances suddenly died and needed replacement.
There have been roof issues, because of the constant deluge of water pouring down from the sky.
The car needed new spark plugs and its AC died, which cannot be tolerated in the summer FLA heat.
Water, water, everywhere, so much of it, so close to home, if you like Carver; or, if you prefer Sage, the water line is rising, and all we do is stand there.
It’s as if there is a Trumpian dark cloud over this place. Maybe there’s one over America wherever you look nowadays.
You try to not lose your head, or cry wolf when things go wrong under pressure: you solve problems, one by one, because you’re an adult now, and know how to stabilize any situation, until your head explodes.
Or until the poisoned well is capped, the storm water drained, and the leakage in the kitchen is found, thanks to the leak finder guys, and stopped and it was all from the lousy install by some Home Demon contractors of the new dishwasher, and that, too, will end up costing me a bundle to fix, unless I can negotiate getting reimbursed.
If only the same could apply to dealing with the clusterfuck that is the Donald Trump presidency.
Can you go to a Customer Service window in DC and return the defective item in question?
Just tell them, it’s faulty; no good: all it does is spread the odor of Old Man uriniferous effluence — and they take it back, no questions asked.
There is really only one answer for the United States now.
The GOP must convince itself to invoke the 25th amendment; waiting for a lengthy and a protracted Congressional impeachment process, following what is sure to be an extremely ugly 2018 election cycle, will tear this country apart. Running against him in 2020 is too late.
Whatever happens, Trump is going to try to dig in even more. His Vanilla Isis base will attempt to make permanent what has amounted to a fascist coup.
Will Antifa and Anonymous stand idly by for this?
In effect, it’s become obvious to more than the Cassandra set that the United States is increasingly facing the likelihood of a second Civil War — unless the widely reviled Trump is removed from office.
Should Pence and the GOP not pursue the 25th amendment track, more serious steps will be required.
If Robert Muller finds sufficient rock-solid incriminating evidence to indict the President of the United States, members of his family, and his inner circle, past and present, Donald Trump should be allowed to either immediately step down in disgrace, or be advised that he will be prosecuted to, as the hackneyed phrase goes, fullest extent allowed by law — without the possibility of a pardon.
That threat, ultimately, may be the only stick that will successfully chase out this president and his henchmen as well as his various appointees, including Christian Supremacist Mike Pence and Evil Mama‘s boy Neil McGill Gorsuch, via unrelenting lawsuits that challenge the legality of their selection.
But what if Muller fails?
You do not want to be here, as an Arab-American, for that eventuality.
It was the Jews who fled that ended up surviving, not the ones who remained and waited for the SS to come a-knockin’.
Stay and fight?
They say the pen is mightier than the sword, and boy you just never know what can happen these days in that regard.
The United States is still, for now, a great country — despite, say, the horrendous things it is doing in Afghanistan, and elsewhere, yaddi yadda.
It will survive this, too, though changed for the better or worse, I do not yet know.
Tell you what.
I’m not holding my breath under water as I gambol in my Association pewl until Congress grows the cohones to undo the harm this unfit, appalling — in both the early and late Middle English senses of the word — man has already done.
I’ll probably suffer a shallow water blackout before a Republican-controlled legislature works with the Dems to enact permanent steps via Constitutional amendments such as to never allow the likes of Donald Trump to ever darken the door of the Oval Office again.
Shallow water blackouts, man.
They’re, like, deadly.