It started last Friday with the news that Mike Flynn had pleaded guilty to lying to the FBI and was cooperating with the Mueller investigation.
“Be still my heart,” I thought, “this could be big.” “Big,” because the Mueller team has a lot of evidence on a lot of Flynn’s wrongdoing; and they could have indicted him on much more serious crimes. Crimes that would have carried a long, long jail term — thirty years or more.
And so, I
thought — hoped — if Mueller was willing to pass that up and settle for a much lesser charge — one that would carry a much shorter jail term — then he (Flynn) must have some pretty powerful evidence on a much bigger fish. A fish as big, perhaps, as maybe Donald Trump himself — or at least individuals very close to him. Evidence that could lead to finding out there was collusion between the Trump team and the Russians — or that Donald Trump did obstruct justice. Like I said, “big.”
Almost breathless with relief and excitement that finally, maybe the worm had turned, I immediately sent off a torrent of text messages and emails to friends near and far, followed by a constant stream of Facebook status updates every time there was Breaking News which, in the case of CNN, is every three seconds.
Finally, could it be possible that for the first time in his life, this miserable excuse for a human being would be held accountable, would suffer the consequences of his dishonest and reckless and yes, evil ways? I know it was only a first step, a tiny, tentative step, but the possibility had me positively giddy.
And then people started to poop on my parade. Can’t blame them really, for being so negative. The man got elected. Despite his lies, his arrogance, his nastiness, his tastelessness, his rudeness, his total and complete lack of class, integrity and intelligence he got elected. And he’s still in office. With everything he’s said and done, with his tweets, with his threats, with his taunting of anyone and everyone including the volatile lunatic who shows us more and more of his nuclear arsenal every day — he. Donald Trump. is. still. in. office.!!!
My God! How, how can this have happened? How, how can it still be happening?
So folks are depressed and disillusioned, they’re without hope. And although there were some who took Friday’s news as a positive sign, there were as many who barely blinked and said, “Ahh, nothing will come of this, it’ll go nowhere.” Because, of course, look where we’re at. Like I said, who could blame them?
But sorry, so sorry, I’m not prepared to give up that easily. Everyone gets theirs eventually, I truly believe that. So please, let me cling to whatever hope I have. After all, would Robert Mueller have cut Mike Flynn a way better deal than he deserves if he didn’t have something good, something big, something that could potentially bring an end to this nightmare?
Do not, I repeat, do not tell me I’m dreaming in technicolor. The glass is half full, remember?