Well, the impeachment “trial” is over, conducted without evidence or witnesses, presided over by a corrupt senate. Poor America. The very worst aspect of the spectacle was that the outcome was predetermined; second worst part was the lack of any defence— Trump’s collaborators attacked everything but the evidence. Third was the humiliating position of the Supreme Court Justice who oversaw a massive joke trial without comment or action.
Naturally, this pretty much gives an already smug and remorseless president carte blanche.
And disgraces the Senate.
But I still have faith in the American people, if they can overcome the obstacles in the path of a free and fair election.
Wednesday? Where are you? Oh, I almost missed you.
The fact is, I have been busy with a sick dog. I won’t go into detail, because sick dogs always involve unpleasant descriptions of normal and abnormal bodily functions and sick lumpy stuff. But my darling 14-year old puppy is not well at all.
We’ve been neglecting the past few vet visits because they stress out his dog mind and body so much, and we just want him to be comfortable and content in his dotage. That’s been cowardly of us, I know. Cowardly and desperately loving. Loving cowardice.
So he lay at my feet now as I tap tap on my laptop, as he always does, but he is sad and lost and miserable, and would feel even worse if he knew he had a vet visit coming up. Which he does.
So the prompt is fact, and I had no trouble selecting a few of my favourite cartoons relating to the prompt, which I offer to you now: