Well, I tried to not watch the hearings, but clips kept appearing on my news feeds so I finally relented and watched Kavanaugh’s opening statement. I was only going to stay for that but got caught up in the drama. I hate that in me just as I hated what happened to me when I found myself mobs during the 1960’s. Rationality goes out the window and I become impelled by the mob’s emotions.
I resent being controlled and manipulated by outsiders, and in those ‘demonstrations’ I quickly saw there were agitators spread throughout the mob, and those same agitators showed up for all the mobs and effectively steered it. I wanted no part of that charade.
But I was moved by Kavanaugh fighting back. He sure wasn’t getting any support from the Republicans, and it wasn’t until Lindsey Graham blasted the hearing that I saw any real support. John McCain must have returned Lindsey’s balls to him before he died.
However, in the midst of all this inner turmoil, dawn came around again and slowly pushed aside the gossamer threads of sleepiness, and the coffee mug soothed sleep swollen fingers as it released its soothing spell in my innards. I can move on to the more important but less dramatic things in my own little world. Happy dogs greet the day with vigorous chasing and games of tug-o-war. Snooks voice raises in comment above the thumping and growling.
And I am reminded that Washington politics is not for me. Reality for me is the mowing of grass, the preparations for winter, the fallen mantlepiece that I need to re-glue and re-hang. Dirty laundry needs to be taken to the laundry basket, and preparations need to be made for Shabbat so that it is truly a day of rest. That is my role in life. Others can elect a judge and engage in reprehensible acts while doing it. That, thankfully, is not my job.