Continued Confessions

with a trigger warning

I would have been out for my morning walkies earlier, but as I set off I went into a rather nasty version of my paroxysmal Afib. So I sat in my lawn chairs (one for body and one for legs up) and enjoyed my garden for a while—and then the heavens opened up and I reveled in a natural shower before coming back in the house to rant about politics.

Yesterday was a fascinating day for a political junkie. My idea of a good way to spend my time is watching our governing bodies in action as I knit endlessly. I am thankful to the technology which allowed me to participate real time in the deliberations of the Senate Judiciary Committee as it held a hearing on the latest gobsmackingly awful nomination by the-words-escape-me President. He has had the utter gall to nominate his own private lawyer for a lifetime appointment as a Federal Judge on the Third District Court (with a possible eye to eventual elevation to the Supreme Court). This man, EMIL BOVE (who when finally asked said that his last name is pronounced BO-VEE) should not even be nominated as dogcatcher. The thought of him passing judgment on cases of great importance in one of the highest courts is ludicrous. His appearance before the Committee was reminiscent of the mob bosses invoking the Fifth. He “could not recall” many significant events of his recent life, which immediately leads me to suspect subterfuge.

The hearing was wrapped up quite smartly by the Republican chair who refused the Democrats request for a second round of questioning. From the repartee between the nominee and the right side Committee members, you could just hear the pre-planned call and response. I urge everyone to watch the pertinent parts of the hearing that are available in manageable bites on YouTube. Or you could watch the entire farce if you have time. I‘m not sure yet when the Committee will vote on submitting the nomination to the full Senate, but as soon as I’m done with this post, I’ll look up the schedule online. I want to watch the faces of people who may vote for him when in their hearts and minds they must know better.

And now for a positive note. The atrocious heatwave has broken for today, and I for one am extremely grateful. I do have two window air conditioners and can retreat to either of those rooms when necessary. But I much prefer a natural environment when possible. And I just popped out into the rain again to rescue my paper which has been delivered—tied tightly in a plastic bag but it’s always good to grab it before it sits too long in the elements.

So now I’ll have breakfast then sit and read the paper and do my puzzles as I wait to go back into rhythm and for the politicians to meet again. My particular episodes of Afib usually last about 4 hours, but the term paroxysmal means that they terminate spontaneously. Doesn’t everyone love a surprise!

RESIST ALWAYS

TTFN