What are we going to do? It has become obvious, even to the most blinded of Republican lawmakers that their president is not fit to lead the nation. I'm no doctor and I'm not a psychologist but it would seem to me that whatever form of dementia the man has is getting worse. His Tweets have always been ridiculous and immature but now they are degrading with frightening rapidity.
"Dumb as a rock"? Really? This is how a 70-something year old man speaks? Writes? Let's not even bother throwing in the fact that he's the president.
Whatever's going on is scary and how do we, as a nation, deal with it? Obviously his handlers can't handle him. He's not the King. He is an elected official, just like your local tax collector, your local city commissioner. I suppose our founding fathers never quite envisioned a situation like this although I do realize there are some protections put in place for incompetency. Who is going to start the process to use these protections?
I don't know. I just know that it's way past obvious that the Emperor not only is naked but that he's afraid, unhinged, and not mentally fit to run a convenience store, much less a country. And I'm scared.
I can only imagine how the people who have to try and inform him on national and international security must feel every day.
What really scares me though, is the idea that Steve Bannon and his ilk have no desire whatsoever to lose their puppet.
Oh dear god.
So this is what I'm thinking about today and also wondering why there is one guinea hen in my yard who appears to be lost, and trying to get it up enough to go to Publix. I just don't feel like doing anything. I think maybe I don't feel very good. Plain and simple. Mr. Moon is packing up and getting ready to go to the coast for his fishing trip. I think I'll just be lazy today after I get my errands run. Maybe just read.
I wish I'd quit dreaming about my mother.
And so it goes.