Trump said flat-out that he told Barr to give credence to his baseless voter fraud claims by starting an investigation on Hannity the other day. But Barr was worried about being impeached, (although, from Barr's end, he actually did say that the Justice Department did not pursue the claims because there was no evidence of any widespread fraud that could have affected the election outcome), and refused.
Trump's words;
"Look, we also had a chance, but Bill Barr, the attorney general, didn't want to be impeached. How do you not get impeached? You sit back and relax and wait out for your term to end. That's what he did. And it was a sad thing and a sad day for our country."
Everything, and I do mean every damn syllable that comes out of this man's mouth is a catastrophic lie that would be unbelievable, if the one before it hadn't already set the standard for incredulity. And the one before that. And the one before that.
How many lives did Trump ruin? Not just those who suffered under his regime of terror, but those who willingly - even joyfully - cast their lot in with him, to the level of Hermann Göring, and lost everything they had worked all their lives to build? Herman Cain comes immediately to mind, an Uncle Tom in the grand tradition if ever there was one. Willingly nailed himself to the cross of Covid to prove it wasn't a threat...and died a couple weeks later on that same cross, gasping and wheezing, the rich life of a Black entrepreneur and capitalist, a success story for Black Americans, cut down with with a faint; "Yessah, massah" for an epitaph.
We've all lost friends, family, loved ones, in the malestrom of radicalization. I lost a very close, personal friend who had been with me since my late teens. A martial arts brother, a man who we both had shared experiences of genetic disease, bitter divorce, betrayal, everything life threw at us. A man I regarded as my true brother, who had gotten me through the worst days of my spinal injury, my divorce, and my apocalyptic mistake with Michelle, the alcoholic narcissist.
Out of the blue, he's suddenly a card-carrying Trump lover, hates evolution(?), and regards me as "The Enemy". I mean, out of fucking NOWHERE. For a long time, I couldn't figure this one out - here was an intelligent, well-traveled man, insightful, compassionate. Devoted father. What the hell happened to my friend?
One look on his Jiu Jitsu teacher's page finally told me the whole story; he had spent more than a decade with this man, and had been fed a daily diet of Right-wing insanity, until he was gorged on Alex Jones, conspiracy theories, and a seething hate for Leftist Liberals like me.
Sympathy is a difficult emotion to come by in the wake of the sheer destruction Trump and his sycophants left behind after going all-in at the table to destroy this country. I look around today, and there's still a strong White supremacy movement that gained momentum during and because of his words, and they're not going away any time soon. The Republican party has abandoned any semblance of discretion in their bigotry, and are outright trying to hijack the next election with racist voter laws and purges from the polls.
Hitler is gone, but we still have to take Berlin, and they're willing to give their lives to defend it. Luckily, they're also dumb enough to step on their own landmines, even with warning signs in neon above them, so - there's that.
We just have to be strong enough to keep fighting.
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