Thursday, December 12, 2019
Lately I've been having rather intense dreams. If the past is prologue, then this means something momentous is about to happen in my life.
Sometimes this has been personal and sometimes something momentous happens that isn't personal to me. Right now I'm listening and watching TV the House Judiciary debating the articles of impeachment of our criminal president Trump. Trump has been getting away with disregarding the law his whole life, finally he is being held accountable. The Senate probably won't convict him, they're a bunch of cowards who put their own needs above their oath to the Constitution to protect our country from a would be tyrant like Trump. I'm sick about how cowardly and unpatriotic they are. I'm also sick about how many Americans are fooled by the greatest con man in the history of our country and perhaps the world. That is one distinction that Trump can truly claim, he is the best con man ever. Look at how many people he has fooled by his politics of grievance. Trump cheated to win the 2016 election but he won't get away with cheating again. His lifetime crime wave is about to come to an end. He will be held accountable. If not, then that is probably why I am having these intense dreams.
The other reason I could be having these dreams because of the health of my youngest brother, who I haven't heard from in several months. I've tried to contact him but no response.
I'm also concerned about Bill. His health is fine for a 91 year old but he's losing some of his cognitive abilities. I saw this happen to my longtime friend Bob Mc. I saw his slow decline and eventual passing. I don't want to even contemplate that about Bill. I can't imagine my life without Bill, who has always been there/here for me. Always.
Very few people are able to put up with me. Bill is one of them. Even though we have many differences we are/were a good match. We're a good team. Some have tried to break us up. Ironically they're all gone now (dead) and Bill and I are still here.
Most people at this time of their life are lucky to have one good friend. I have three. Bill, Pat and Larry. I have other friends and many acquaintances but only three good friends who know me and accept me as I am. I might have had more good friends but when they see that side of me that they don't like, they went. And I probably can't blame them. But Bill, Pat and Larry are still here. That is what I call the definition of a true friend.
I'll probably have another intense dream tonight like I had this afternoon during my pre work nap. Interestingly I can't remember what the dream was about, only the intensity of the dream. I hope what is causing my dreams is the eventual removal of that corruption who sits in the White House every day spewing out hate to everyone who doesn't bow to his insatiable demand for attention and fealty and to enable him to continue his destruction of our institutions and democracy and way of life.
Someday I might face life alone again. I remember the last time I face life alone, after I got out of the Army in 1963. I was alone, in a small cheaply furnish apartment ($65) a month, trying to establish myself in my civilian life. I just wanted to meet someone, my Prince Charming. I did after a year and a half. His name was Bill and we've been together ever since.
I hope that my dreams are a portend of the end of our great national nightmare, Trumpism and the forces of hate and evil Trump and his minions have unleashed. Just imagine folks, a country where we are proud of our president on the international stage. A country where we have a president who doesn't stoke hate of those divisions in our country that has always been there. A president who can bring us back together again.
That's the dream I want to dream about.