I got up and blasted old wet leaves from a gutter, and then I made breakfast tacos, and two more extra ones for later.
While I did those things I listened, and as I ate, I watched some of what I was listening to.
This popped up on the screen.
In the context of the events of the day, it would be understandable if you thought this was some right-winger bemoaning the indictment of Donald Trump.
But it’s not.
It’s from a reporter for a liberal rag, Vox, who was present at the 2016 Republican National Convention at a time when the chant of the day was ‘Lock her up’. It’s worth remembering what the crime for which the mob wanted to lock Hillary up actually was–namely, that she knowingly violated the law by transacting the People’s business on a private email server out of her own home. A crime which no one disputes is a crime, and for which no one was ever punished.
Just as no one from the Bush administration was ever punished for the numerous misdemeanors, felonies, and crimes against humanity perpetrated in the opening years of the new century, because Barack Obama issued a blanket pardon against all the ‘good folks’ working so hard for Our Interests in the bowels of faceless buildings inhabited by three letter agencies–a pardon that coincidentally covered elites like Dick Cheney too.
The lying system protects its own and blue and red have nothing to do with it.
The gross little man, neither red nor blue but orange, isn’t one of Its Own.
The reason he’s being prosecuted over some trivial victimless paper-pushing crime has nothing to do with justice.
They’re terrified that if he gets the nomination again, “Democracy” might happen and that the sick, tired, punked and beaten People will again scream a soulful Fuck You to all that insiders like the Clintons, the Bidens, represent.
Endless war, rabid capitalism, a spiraling wealth gap, health care for those who can afford it, justice for those who can afford it, and fuck everybody else out there in Flint and Jackson and East Palestine, Ohio.
I think I sang you this song before once or twice.
But anyway. This is why I love real journalists like Glenn Greenwald, who is the one who brought that screen grab, those seven-year-old words, to our attention.
GG doesn’t care for Trump, or about Biden.
GG cares about consistency of values, and principles, and equal treatment under the law.
The brilliant, scrappy little gay man cares about the Constitution, and the fact that Liars Now Rule, and the fact that damn near all of us believe the lies; don’t even bother questioning them or even thinking about them, most of the time.
GG doesn’t care if you think he’s bad for going on Tucker when they will no longer let him within a mile of MSNBCIA.
GG gives no fucks about prissy bullshit takes like that.
GG broke the Snowden revelations even if the cow population shrugged and pushed their cow faces back into their phones even deeper this time. GG wrote stories about massive corruption in his adopted home country of Brazil that led straight to putting Lula back in power there.
I got up and blasted old wet leaves from a gutter.
How was your day?