It’s in the low 40s and the clouds and the blue are taking turns. It’s almost a springy day. Not quite but almost.
Yesterday, the wind was fierce, my hair a tangled tornado, and I wondered aloud when we would be getting to that lamb part of March.
Soon, I hope.
So after trump’s rant about being arrested Tuesday, there are heavy steel barriers going up in New York. Perhaps, but perhaps, the piper has opened his cashier’s window.
Time to pay up, trump.
One of the things that amuses me are all the people saying he did nothing illegal. If he did nothing illegal, why did Michael Cohen go to prison?
It’s not like Cohen took it upon himself to do all of this for trump’s benefit, that makes no sense whatsoever. And he got the money back, from what I understand.
And this case may be the first but it’s very unlikely to be the last. Maybe they’re going in the order in which the crimes were received.
I kind of hope not, though, because 1/6 and the Georgia call to manipulate the outcome of the election were so many terrible things later.
It all boils down to this: Justice is coming. At least it sure looks like it’s coming.
Have a great Monday.