Imagination Made Real
Imagine, if you can, the US government acting appropriately and lawfully. You might see the following:
1) Yesterday the 3 judge panel of the 11th circuit court ruled against Judge Cannon, freeing DOJ investigators to continue their review of the classified documents that the ex-president had refused to return to the US government. 2 of the 3 judges on the panel were appointed by Trump.
They found that Trump had made no claim that any were protected by attorney-client privilege or that he’d declassified any of the documents.
2) Ginni Thomas agreed to be interviewed by the January 6th Committee in coming weeks.
3) The New York Attorney General’s lawsuit against the ex-president and 3 of his children included Trump’s claim that his Trump Tower apartment was 30,000 square feet and was worth $327 million. James said the apartment covers just under 11,000 square feet and no apartment in NY had ever been valued that high before.
4) As long as you’re fantasizing, why not think of a major soldier swap occurring between Russia and the US. Or even better, a US astronaut heading to the International Space Station after he and two Russian cosmonauts blasted off from Russian soil. Or howzabout a former astronaut turned Senator holding a double digit lead in his re-election campaign over his Republican rival with 6 weeks to go till election day?
6) And imagine if the US House of Representatives passed a bill that clarifies how presidential votes will be counted and certified in coming years, clearing up previously murky details in the original Electoral Count Act. Like making it clear that the presiding Vice President has no authority to change the outcomes caused by the majority of voters.
7) Or imagine if Congress could craft a set of bills that provide better funding and training for police across the nation, money to recruit more officers, money for handling mental health crises better, plus features that will make police more accountable when they screw up. Now that sounds like a pipe dream, yes?
Well, welcome to a return to some normalcy. Duck Duck Go it: ‘normalcy’. Reaquaint yourself with that comfy friend. Don’t let Bill Maher or Glenn Greenwald tell you it’s wrong to relax and unclench your sphincter for a bit. Don’t worry about invading hordes of people coming to steal your job or to force you to dance the macarena. This isn’t 1986 or 2000.
Normalcy doesn’t mean perfection. It just means that clowns aren’t going to get you killed well short of a normal lifespan, that more Americans have affordable healthcare than ever before and that Hollywood is just as weird as it’s always been (full of genius and idiocy with audiences easily able to discern the differences).
Maybe today will be different if you miss fear and stupidity. If those are your preferences, have you heard how much fun it is to stick a My Pillow in your mouth?
Keep imagining what could be.
Life may be shorter than we think but we each can still find a reason to bee.
I have a friend in Charlotte, Woody Williams. A former military serviceman, he restores cars. And does a bunch of visual art that he sells to buy things for the homeless citizens of that city. But his first love has always been his music. He performs there as Funky Geezer. Six years ago he created this audition tape for America’s Got Talent.
And on guitar.