Soon, the Republican caucus in the Senate will vote on Mafia Rule. A known criminal, psychopath, and traitor will probably receive votes for acquittal from fifty or more U.S. Senators, all of whom know that Trump is a criminal. They must also know that they are making a clear choice, and statement: to betray the people of the United States, to break the Constitution, and to end democracy.
That is the choice that they make: not whether or not to end Drumpf’s criminal career. But whether or not to be loyal to their country – or slaves to organized crime.
They can never undo this vote. It won’t be forgotten. It will never go away.
They will be remembered, for all times, as the Angry White Men who worshipped hate, and hated decency; honored bigotry and anti-intellectualism, and gave us Mafia rule.
Everything that we love about America, they hate. They dishonor their own families, and us all. They deny science, and ethics is unknown to them. They call their own fathers and grandfathers liars. They have turned Christianity into farce, and farce into religion.
They hate everyone who does not agree with them. And, in their madness, they claim that they would kill a hundred million if they could (“Kill all the males.” Why? Because they are criminals. Voting to acquit is a criminal act.
So, let them brand themselves as criminals and traitors. When this generation of Americans who hate their country is gone, dead and in the ground, they will leave a legacy – of betrayal. To their children’s children’s children, they will be cursed. When histories are written a thousand years from now, they will be damned for ushering in, “the Days of Horror.”
Soon, the Republican Party will vote on its own impeachment, and, “Impeachment is forever!”
“You’ve thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain’t worth the blood
That runs in your veins
And I hope that you die
And your death’ll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I’ll watch while you’re lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I’ll stand over your grave
‘Til I’m sure that you’re dead.”
- Bob Dylan