It appears that the end may finally be near.
The suspense has been killing us.
But the signs are everywhere.
The news is telling.
A plague of Biblical proportions looms.
Storm clouds are gathering.
But we know from bitter experience that there are strange forces out there capable of….um….surprising us.
But dare we hope this time?
For a glimmer of light at the end of this impeachment tunnel?
Because don’t we have other things to worry about?
Than this clown?
Even as we speak, the birds are going missing.
And we don’t know why.
Are the insects next?
It’s getting to the point that the only thing more endangered are moderate Republicans.
Can’t we all just stop for a moment? And maybe take a deep breath.
And ponder whether there more to this invisible line dividing us than walls and shadows?
I only ask because, well, the guy’s a publicity hound and we’re still throwing him bones.
Where are the adults in the room?
Perhaps we are arriving at a generational moment.
Don’t we have bigger, um, fish to fry?
Have we finally trapped this rat?
He broke it. We bought it.
The evidence is clear.
The defense has rested.
You don’t even have to read between the lines.
To arrive at a just verdict.
That’s guilty.
Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!
He knows it. She knows it. We know it.
You don’t need a weather vane to know which way the wind blows.
Time to exit. Stage right.
Out of sight Out of mind.
The hand that mocked them. That colossal Wreck. Boundless and bare.
