Unless you've been living under a rock for the last week or so, you've no doubt heard by now that the Senate has acquitted trump again.
Even though we who watch such things knew in advance that a conviction was not going to happen, the outcome still provokes outrage and disbelief.
There are two things that offer some measure of consolation to Americans who have never chugged trump's noxious Kool Aid. The first is that the presentation by the House managers in pressing the case against the Insurrectionist-in-Chief was spot-on. Very compelling. And I have no doubt that it helped to open the eyes of more than a few Americans about what a selfish, scheming and totally corrupt shit-sack our Poser Prez truly was.
The other bright spot -- if you could call it that -- is that six more Republicans voted for a conviction this time than did on the first go-around a year ago. There's that.
So in the end, the vote was 57-43. If you'd like a concise run-down of how this all played out, this article would be a good place to start.
Mob Boss trump is no longer stinking up the Peoples' House but trumpism is very much alive and well. And although a conviction wouldn't have closed the door on the possibility that we could find ourselves having to traverse the same terrain again in a few months or years, it would almost certainly have made it harder for him to brew up this kind of a shit-storm again.
Well, we go forward again. With a caring and competent President once again on the job, we have the potential to undo a lot of trump's hateful and sickening legacy over the next four years.
But as we do, we know that Hair Hitler's almost certain to pull a Freddy Krueger on us and pop up again, dead-set on inflicting more mayhem on our Nation.
Today's failure on the part of the Senate to hold him to account for the January 6th insurrection has greatly increased the chances that we'll one day look around and realize that we're witnessing the opening frames of a sickening sequel to the very shitty movie we were forced to watch on that cold, God-forsaken January afternoon five weeks ago.
"Bulldog Ben" Basile
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