25 January 2020

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 25 January 12020 is Chinese New Year. It is also Revolution Day in Egypt. And it’s Saturday.

The impeachment appears to be grinding on, with Republican senators declining even to listen to the evidence—lest, I suppose, their resolve to acquit at all costs might waver. It’s a sad spectacle, or it would be, if any of the senators were other than partisan hacks with no morals, no ideology, no goals except to skim as much lucre from the public as they can get away with. When people like Tom Cotton are on the case, it’s impossible to go lower—we’ve hit bottom. Goldwater and Reagan would be proud of their spiritual descendents. For me, this aint the party I signed up for. I mean, I’m staying on board—I’m not going anywhere—but I’m keeping an eye out for an exit if one should offer itself.

I’m still not feeling at all well, but I think I’m getting better. We’ll see, anyway.