You are no statesmen, you’re only cos-playing imitations.. When historians recount your role in this affair, and those books will be written and circulated here in the US as well as abroad, you will not be remembered as the men and women who stood up to a would-be autocrat to defend the Constitution of the United States of America and to defend the concept of self-governance for the people and by the people of our republic, but as the spineless, cowardly would-be enablers of dictatorship, cut from the same sorry bolt of cloth as your many counterparts past and present south of the border who stood by and did nothing when oligarchs and caudillos overthrew their nation’s democratic governments and replaced them with dictatorships. This impeachment trial will be remembered as your hour of decision, and your course of action that of cowardice.

Today’s corporal’s guard of moderate Republicans are not only a tiny minority of their party’s membership, but the very definition of what constitutes being a Republican moderate has shifted so far to the right that even being Bob Dole Republican is considered to be the next best thing to a practicing Marxist in Pachyderm circles.


Those of us who once sympathized with what was once moderate Republicanism, be it the Rockefeller, Richard Nixon, or even the George HW Bush varieties, have long since learned that there is no place for us besides self-abasing useful-idiot status in the radical-reactionary GOP, and that to maintain any self-respect, we had to leave.

The pitiful show of “strength” by the Republican moderate wing (or is it just a wing-feather?) after the 1/06/21 coup attempt shows what a helpless, weak and ineffectual farce “moderate” Republicanism has become.

The Titanic of moderate Republicanism has not only started sinking, but the hull has split in two and the final feet of the ship’s stern are slipping beneath the icy waters of the North Atlantic.

His base is still going to be there and Faux, OAN, and NEWSMAX will still be denying his crimes and minimizing the consequences. And it galls me to say this, but they DO vote. They’ll either renominate Trump or some wanna-be because I doubt enough Repud senators—even the guys who are retiring or are safe until 2026–won’t have the stones to vote to impeach him for high crimes and misdemeanors, thus moving him off the 2024 Republican primary contest.

I not only mourned Hillary’s loss, but the beginning of the end of the American Experiment and the shattering of my misconceptions I’d had about the good judgement and common decency that I’d thought remained among the American electorate.

The belief that our country was indeed a City on the Hill
was not confined to clueless right-wingers. I, too, believed that America was the best hope of the world and it broke my heart to see the lights fade to dark as the electoral votes were tallied in the aftermath of the 2016 elections.

I’m still angry at Trump supporters and I’m particularly angry at the fools who continue to believe his regime horse (excrement) despite half a decade’s worth of evidence to the contrary. I have little pity for them: they had the tools for wising up and refused to use them.

I doubt that these people will ever wise up. Een so, I dearly hope this is a better country than what they and their idol sought to bequeath to us.

I didn’t think that January 2020 was all that bad. Things didn’t take a sharp right term into the excrement until February. Maybe things in 2021 will begin to get better around mid-year.

Right’s propaganda organs and the lazy, credulous reporters and editors of the lame-stream corporate news media are going to find some Biden gnats to choke on.

“Liberal media,” my @$$!

Isn’t that sweet? The breathless widdle stenographer-cheerleaders who call themselves reporters and the eunuchs and cowards who call themselves editors and producers have finally screwed up their nerve and decided to put down their whiffle-balls and actually ask a few probing questions about Donald Trump and the way he behaved on the campaign trail and in office the last four years.

And of course, some of the gutless wonders are quaking in their shoes and risk breaking potty-training by worrying that they might be “too tough” on Donald and his passle of thieves, liars, and crooks.

We won’t forget the corruption, cruelty, and non-stop lying of the Trump administration. Nor will we forget the epic cowardice of those individuals who dare call themselves journalists. The latter have failed their duty to the US and their citizenry.

(Sorry, I don’t use the term MAGAt). The Corona virus has no politics and doesn’t care what QAnon says or if Donnie is still in the White House.

I fear that some people are going to learn hard lessons the same way their lateral ancestors learned about Yellow Fever, Cholera, and Smallpox. Unfortunately they can spread it to the rest of us.

And their ailing friends and loved ones can say: “Oh, Magoo! You’ve done it again!“

It’s a habit that all too many people form in primary school: they’ll vote for the guy they think is the most popular because he’s popular and they think it will make them popular too, whether or not Mr. Popularity will be good to them or not. I’m afraid that it’s a trait all too deeply ingrained into our primate psychology, and that too many people resort to the idea first rather than doing a little cogitation before they vote.

This life lesson remains true even if right-wingers don’t like Maya Angelou.