The vote began shortly after 4:00 p.m. and by 4:20 this afternoon, the Senate had decided that Donald Trump should be given the keys to the kingdom, should not be held accountable for his crimes, and should be henceforth allowed to run the nation as he pleases, without interference from either the Courts or the U.S. Congress.
I was writing a letter to a friend when the verdicts flashed across my screen. Sure, I expected it, knew the final outcome would be that the GOP members of the U.S. Senate — those whose salaries and luxurious lifestyle WE support — would have neither conscience nor male-parts enough to do the right thing, to hold the excuse for a man who sits in the Oval Office accountable for his actions. I was prepared, right? No surprises. And yet, when I saw those news briefs cross my screen, I honestly felt as if I had been punched in the stomach.
I gasped for air, but there was none. I felt tears welling, yet my struggle to breath precluded all else.
This is what the bastards we have elected and whose salaries we pay have done to us. They have laughed at the idea of holding the “president” of the nation accountable for his actions. They scoff at the notion of values or ethics. And, they have decided that the time has come to burn the Constitution that was ratified in 1787, some 233 years ago. How many of them could even quote from the Constitution they swore to uphold, I wonder? Few, I think.
We have, in the last few hours, traded in a democratic republic for an autocracy with a cruel dictator who has no conscience, no moral compass, and no compassion for any who are not his equal in wealth and stature. And now, permit me to blow off just a bit of steam before I screw my head back on straight …
I hope … sincerely hope … that Donald Trump, Mitch McConnell, and every other republican in Congress, as well as those who put them there, contract the Coronavirus and die a very long, slow, and painful death, equal to the one they have just cast upon this nation.