One-Two Punch

 

From the Associated Press:

“WASHINGTON (AP) — President Donald Trump’s former personal lawyer has pleaded guilty to campaign finance violations and his former campaign chairman convicted for financial fraud, raising questions about the president’s own legal jeopardy…

“Most damaging to Trump were statements by his longtime attorney and “fixer” Michael Cohen, who pleaded guilty in New York, saying he and Trump had arranged the payment of hush money to porn star Stormy Daniels and a former Playboy model to influence the election…

“In a split screen for the history books, Trump’s former campaign chairman Paul Manafort was convicted of financial crimes at nearly the same moment Tuesday Cohen pleaded guilty to a series of felonies, including campaign finance violations that the lawyer said he carried out in coordination with Trump.”

 

That sound you heard yesterday afternoon was something hitting the fan. Twice.

Mr. trump can scream, “RIGGED WITCH HUNT!!!” until his ship goes all the way underwater, but the fates of Mr. Cohen and Mr. Manafort in two separate courtrooms blew two two great big holes in his mighty vessel. Let’s see what he does as he takes on water.

You might guess, from my past writings, that I would be positively giddy over this turn of events. And yes, I admit it’s very satisfying for me to watch this guy get what’s coming. I hope the rest of his historically dysfunctional administration does, as well.

And yet, this is a sad state of affairs for our nation. Worse than Nixon and Watergate, worse than Clinton and Lewinsky/Flowers/Jones/etc., this President has shamed and defiled his office, and his “winning” facade is about to be exposed for the travesty that it is.

And that, if nothing else, is sad.

I know many of you will disagree, perhaps vehemently, with what I’m saying. That’s alright; you have your opinion, and I have mine. However you feel about it, though, get used to this.

I think we’re just getting warmed up, here. This is just Round One.

Dispatch From Inside the Paper Bag

 

It’s a common criticism of an average or below average boxer to say he “can’t punch his way out of a paper bag.” Sometimes, even “a wet paper bag.” It implies a hapless palooka who is too weak/inept/cowardly to effectively land a punch.

Well, folks, I am that boxer.

My fight is against depression, as many of you know. Unfortunately, two of depression’s harder punches are loss of interest and lack of concentration.

So basically, I don’t even feel like fighting, usually. Hence, the long period of no posts on this blog. I’ll start a few of them, but following through is next to impossible; I can’t concentrate, and I don’t care.

Sucks, right?

I’m still here, though, in case you were concerned. And maybe sometime, I’ll finally land a punch. I do want to win this fight, really.

But I’m afraid we’re gonna go several more rounds.