The Gathering Storm

It is like we need a scorecard to maintain accurate record of the avalanche of charges that have now fallen on the head of Mr. Trump. 

True or false quizzes on the number of counts, names of the Judges, prosecutors, defense attorneys, witnesses and assorted other goodies would certainly be worthy of a board game or two. 

And guessing which jurisdiction gets the first whack at Donald and which has to bide(n) its time as last in line, is more than enough to make one's head crack a fissure or two.

Attempting to fit all these square pegs into the round holes of Republican debates, primaries and ultimately Biden-Trump redux seems like a task that only artificial intelligence has the remotest chance of figuring out.

We have been inundated with more wall to wall drama and trauma than we thought possible. And the next near 15 months threatens to swallow our brains in a Groundhog day cycle of the world according to Trump, take it or take it, for leaving it is not an option.

I can scarcely remember our universe BT (before Trump).  I think the sky was bluer then, the grass greener, the ocean more welcoming (or maybe this is just a riff on climate change). Anyway, I know I slept better BT (ok, I was not so old and restless).

I do not at all look forward to the circus coming to town.

Donald Trump well deserves everything that is heading his way, bad and worse. But we do not.

We are all collateral damage in the storm that is gathering on the horizon and taking dead aim at everything in its path.