The 2024 Election Cycle Has Officially Begun And I Don’t Care

I’m cleaning out my Google Photos to avoid paying for storage and found this gem from the days of yore.

Onto the subject at hand.

The caucuses are non-news, because we know the GOP has chosen the marshmallow mobster. I have lost the ability to calmly explain anything to those who have not figured out the danger Trump poses to our democracy. My distaste for Republicans has taught me that there isn’t a mint curiously strong enough to overpower the feted phlegm these people induce. It really is disgusting.

They are:

• 1. Greedy rich people. [checks notes]
• 2. Or stupid fuck$. (Did I camouflage that last word properly as to not offend?)

I just deleted several well worded paragraphs explaining each line item to soften the blow, but like I said, I’m done explaining.

There are 292 days left until the 2024 Election. This is our third Trumphog‘s day. I have mentally maxed out.

Three years have passed since President Biden was sworn in, and that should have been the last we heard from Trump, aside from snippets of how he’s handling incarceration.

But dictators are not easily dissuaded and the media is treating him like a normal candidate. The voices of 81 million Biden voters are not the least bit intimidating to the wannabe fascist. When he tried bullying election workers in swing states, we should have been provoked. When he asked local government officials in those swing states to throw out the votes of entire Democratic precincts we should have, I don’t know …reacted. The losers are enraged and we, the winners, are complacent. We watch and hope the law will prevail. Slow and steady is running out of time.

Judge: "I asked you a yes or no question. Could a president who ordered S.E.A.L. Team 6 to assassinate a political rival (and is) not impeached, would he be subject to criminal prosecution?"

Trump attorney says "qualified yes — if he is impeached and convicted first." pic.twitter.com/OJvEbRDznj

— Manu Raju (@mkraju) January 9, 2024

Trump’s attorneys know they will never get paid. Last week they argued it is lawful for a president to call for SEAL Team Six to assassinate his political rivals and his vice president. (It is not.) However, it is legal for him to order MEAL Team to pick up six hamberders.

The attorneys attempted to use the excuse Moscow Mitch McConnell used when he persuaded the Senate not to convict Trump after the House impeached him, both times. McConnell said our criminal justice system would determine Trump’s guilt.

So we have two groups of Trump enablers pointing to each other, saying, “it’s his responsibility to hold him accountable.” No one ever has. They aren’t claiming he’s innocent, they are insisting he has every right to break the law.

All of Trump’s lawyers eventually resign. Joseph Tacopina, part of the New York criminal case, most recently, bowed out.

I’ve stated before; Trump is riling his followers to prepare to fight, just like he did four years ago. A reporter asked him again this week if he would denounce violence by his supporters, and he replied… [crickets chirping]

If this goes to the Supreme Court, and they agree with Trump, that he has every right to misuse the government to stay in power, we can hope, should expect, President Biden to exercise his same right. Biden can engage said “SEAL team” to eliminate the current greatest threat to our national security. Hint—he’s orange, bloated, crazy, a convicted rapist and faces 91 charges in four criminal cases—44 federal charges and 47 state charges, all of them felonies.

https://www.cnn.com/videos/politics/2024/01/09/trump-appeals-court-presidential-immunity-seal-team-6-vpx.cnn

For the next 292 days, I will avoid this topic (the one I just failed to evade) in my blog. Which subject? The risk of our demise, loss of democracy, and our imminent fall into authoritarianism.

This is my safe place.

“In my world, everyone is a pony, and they all eat rainbows and poop butterflies.”

~ Horton Hears a Who, by Dr. Seuss

There are no ice storms, just glitter. No hurricanes, just cotton candy. No earthquakes, just jiffy pop popcorn. We are all ponies here, and the butterflies we poop live forever.

My world is made possible by prescription drugs.

Kidding… kind of… I am kidding… am I?