LIFE AFTER SUICIDE
Ever wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat of anxiety over something? Something you feel such dread over you can't shut your brain off and stop fretting so there's no way you can go back to sleep?
That was me last night. No matter how much I tried not to, I couldn't stop thinking about suicide. Not mine. America's.
I am scared out of my mind for my country. I never felt this way before, I've always looked upon America's glass as half-full all through this nightmare presidency of the last 27 months. No longer - for there was an act of evil perpetrated by that presidency a few days ago that has caused my hope for America to falter.
The Nov. 2nd election last year of Republican control of the House gave us - pro-Americans who want their country to survive - an ace in the hole. Only the House has the constitutional authority to spend federal government money. If the House refuses to spend money on any given federal program or agency, it is "defunded" and they cease to exist.
And that's all we needed to save America. All we need is to get the government out of the way by defunding its fascist regulations and agencies, by refusing to let the fascists borrow more money, and America could once again be solvent and free.
Then came last night, when I woke up seeing the face of the Grinning Monster who currently occupies the Oval Office, and listening to his contemptuous laugh at any House threat to defund or shutdown his fascist government. Then the Grinning Monster looked at me and said, "Don't you realize I have an ace in the hole of my own?"
