The impeachment trial feels a lot like a worship service in which the preacher says things everyone expects to hear from the pulpit and no one expects any of what they hear actually to change them.
Regarding whether the charges against our current president “rise to the level of impeachment”: shouldn’t the phrase be, “fall to the level of impeachment”? Impeachment is about as low as you can go, isn’t? (Yes, “rise” is probably legalize.)
Speaking of legalize: Alan Dershowitz’s argument yesterday for why a president cannot be impeached simply does not pass constitutional muster, not to mention the requirements of Logic 101. I fear that Ruth Dodd, who taught me high school civics (remember civics?), is surely rolling over in her grave.
I am really, really, REALLY tired of being accused of hating our current president. I would not enjoy having a beer with him, and think his policies threaten disaster for our country and the world, so I have to admit to liking him very little. But that’s as far as I will go. I thank you for respecting my boundaries.
Just read that the Secretary of Commerce thinks the coronavirus—not to be confused with the beer—could be good for our economy. Let’s hear it for uncontrollable viruses! Yea! And raise a glass to the stock market!
“Strong winds blow over new section of U.S. border wall with Mexico”: I will huff and I will puff and I will blow your house down, as the old story goes.
Our current president decried climate "prophets of doom" in a speech at the World Economic Forum in Davos, where sustainability was the main theme. A good many of scripture’s prophets of doom proved to be right. Such folks may be worth a listen, don’t you think?
Our local paper often headlines that a “dead body” has been found somewhere. Isn’t it enough just to call it a “body” unless, perhaps, you are referring to “the world’s greatest deliberative body”?
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