Worshipping the Golden Shaft.

K&R for later study.

Good! The fewer republi-CONS in office, the better.

The fewer of those nogoodniks, the better. Far less of a chance that unsuspecting voters will get screwed.

Such an important message to spread around, here and everywhere, NotASurfer.

You STILL had the perspective to realize how much you have to be thankful for. Even on a somewhat ornery day. That in itself is a great gift.

Hope your wife gets feeling better soon! And hey, now neither she nor you has to worry about the damn smoke detectors for awhile!

Another terrific piece, Nance!

“...but vote for him anyway.” And so we come back yet again to the question I’ve had in my mind since he cheated to “win” the White House. It’s a question that always comes back to the same subject: those who did, or still want to, “vote for him anyway.”

What does that say about THEM?

That's because they know how effective she is.

And how bad she’ll show them up and make them look.

But then again, as they said in a GOP convention awhile back “You Built it,” republi-CONS!

It's still funny.

Sheesh - so can I. It felt like a national heartbeat.

I was glued to that TV all weekend, watching the coverage. David Brinkley, John Chancellor, Frank McGee, Sander Vanocur. I’ll never forget that. Sitting on the floor in the family room in front of the TV. All weekend, keeping that vigil.

Those drums. And that single horse with no rider, just the rider’s boots, backwards, in the stirrups. And that long shot from the bridge to the cemetery in Arlington watching the funeral procession approach from the Capitol.

Indelible memories. That truly was a turning point in our country, as was pointed out upthread. We were somehow sadder, more cynical, not as hopeful as we had been when that decade began - and we had a President to whom I could personally relate. Who had kids only a few years younger than I was, and the kids’ parents were around my parents’ age, instead of old like my grandparents.

In 5th grade. Sister Dorothy disappeared from the classroom in the middle of things.

Nobody knew why. We couldn’t have guessed that she’d been called to the school library where they had a TV. This particular morning they had it tuned to the news. All the teachers had crowded around the TV to watch at least some of the coverage.

She returned to class in a few minutes. “Nobody scream. The President is dead.”

And we sat there, frozen. Not sure how to process that. Lunch period was next. We all filed downstairs to the lunchroom. Usually a loud and boisterous moment in the average day. This one rolled out in complete silence. We were all shocked.

Our class was headed to a special table in the lunchroom. Actually several tables put together end-to-end so the whole class would sit together. The head of the table was the seat of honor for the student having a birthday that day. The birthday girl in our class took her seat as did we. In total silence. And that’s how the whole lunch period went - school-wide.

Lunch was always noisy and comical and a fun break in the school day. But not this time. Everybody sat there in stony silence. Not just our class. EVERYBODY. I remember feeling sorry for our birthday girl. No one felt like celebrating on this particular birthday. We were ALL just in a state of shock.

I can't help but suspect that he also meant this as cautionary advice to Kavanaugh.

Putting the cocky little new guy on notice: we don’t make decisions here based on political preferences, kiddo.