Happy evening of 11/11/19. Enjoy my quantum meditational look ahead two days into one possible timeline.
I awaken early as the first sunbeams of the day stream over the autumn leaves to the west out our windows in gorgeous Sedona. Not yet married 2 months, my love Elizabeth and I are still on our honeymoon. My beautiful bride has a lovely ritual of snuggling to start each day. But today I separate from her well toned arms and silently slip from bed.
I am as excited as a six-year old on Christmas morn. It’s November 13th, the first day of the public Trump Impeachment hearings. I feel a twinge of regret leaving our love nest, but I know Elizabeth hates Trumpy stuff so it’s best to let her sleep while I look in our the craziness of DC. Our little rescue dog Lincoln snores beside Elizabeth keeping her company as I make my escape. Throwing on my trusty warm robe I close the door softly behind me and turn on the kitchen light.
Wow. Today’s the first live Impeachment hearing since I was in college during Watergate. Many of you reading this blog were not even born when Nixon fell from grace, his Republican support eroding as the public hearings went on. But take my word for it as someone who has lived in both eras, Trump has outdone Nixon’s defiance of the rule of law several times over. His brash way of counter-attacking makes Nixon look like a choirboy.
7AM is too early for popcorn to watch the hearings. So I drop a frozen waffle in the toaster just as Elizabeth steps from the bedroom pulling her white bathrobe around her lovely figure. Rubbing the sleep from her beautiful blue green eyes and says half asleep, “Why’d you leave bed without hugs, Ken?”
Lincoln hops against my plaid yellow and purple Laker’s PJs as I say, trying not to sound like a guilty little boy, “Trump’s impeachment hearings start in –”
“Ken, you said you weren’t going to watch the live hearings,” says Elizabeth poking me in the belly playfully.
I drop my head in shame a bit, just as my Irish grandmother Agnes taught me.
I welcome Elizabeth’s gentle scolding me because I’ve had a serious Trump news addiction for 4 years now. At my addiction’s peak I spent up to 4 hours a day watching anything I could get my hands on Trump related. Most of it left wing media. I try but Fox’s lies make me ill. I had a father who broke promises daily and lied for sport. It’s made me honest to a fault.
Elizabeth takes me into a forgiving hug. She’s without a doubt one of the greatest huggers on earth. She looks deep into my eyes and says,”I’ll make tea. Get the circus going,” and sends me packing with a kiss.
After the heartbreaking Mueller probe led nowhere I was able to whittle my Trump news addiction to go down to maybe 20 minutes a day. Most of my fix coming from the comedic devil to Trumpies, Stephen Colbert. An especially satisfying watch if you dislike Trump as much as I have since the 80s when I was something of a mini real estate mogul in Chicago, building a $162 million skyscraper and Oprah’s Harpo Studios. I never liked Trump’s audacious style and I love how Colbert zings Trump daily.
Ah. To think Elizabeth and I went to Trump’s inauguration to hold a space of love and hope in the red capped crowd for this guy’s term in office. But before we even left DC Trump was sending DANCING WITH THE STARS two left footed Sean Spicer as his attack dog about the press not reporting the real size of the inauguration crowds which were YUGE! And so began the Era of Lies that I hope on this beautiful autumn are going to end in Trump’s removal from office.
Unfortunately, the Ukraine scandal has fired my addiction back up there again to serval hours of Trump news watching that I cannot afford taken from my work day watching games this idiot Trump and his fellow idiots on both sides of the aisle are playing games with our country’s reputation and future. I worry that watching the hearings and Trump’s blowback might be harmful to the peaceful energies of our idyllic life here in Sedona… as I always do and then ignore my own inner guidance.
Little Lincoln pokes me with his paws and snaps me out of yet another of my Trump spells. I pop open the refrigerator and pull out his dog food. The little guy is as well taken care of by my yogini wife’s making as healthy a diet for him as my own.
I multi-task finishing my waffle and dropping Lincoln’s food green plastic bowl to the floor with a familiar little clatter. I hurry to the living room, waffle already half gone. “Tea’s almost ready” says Elizabeth as I fumble through the hollow book that holds our TV’s remote controls.
I surf to channel 53, CNN here in Sedona where Anderson Cooper is talking without sound. The CNN title card reads:
Trump Impeachment Hearings Canceled
“What the fuck?!” I shout so loudly Elizabeth drops her tea pot spilling to the counter.
“What?!” Elizabeth shouts as she rips off some paper towel. and quickly starts a cleanup.
“I don’t know. Somehow Trump has gotten his impeachment hearings canceled!”
Elizabeth races to the couch, “Where’s the volume?”
Diving to look under the couch on the floor I say, looking at dust bunnies, “Not here.”
I hear Anderson Cooper’s excited voice boom from the sound system that Elizabeth has obviously found first. Anderson says:
“… you just watched Impeachment committee chair Adam Schiff announce the unbelievable: President Trump has stolen the thunder from today’s live Impeachment hearing’s by announcing he will resign the presidency of the United States of America, effective noon Eastern time on this historic November 13th 2019.”
Elizabeth and I leap to our feet and dance and scream for joy! Lincoln runs for his safety zone in our bedroom closet. I sweep Elizabeth into the pose of the famous New York kiss of the sailor and the young woman at the end of World War Two.
Could this really happen in the future two days from now? Yes, on several timelines Trump resigns just as Nixon did. But not to avoid not the shame, the man has none, but by shrewdly accepting the certainty that the Impeachment of Congress could go either way for him once matters reach the Senate amid eroding public support. So Trump wisely cuts the deal of his life to be pardoned of all crimes, along with all his family and businesses, and heads off to his new home state of Florida to once again be a private citizen at Mara Lago. A haven where he can continue to make the alt-right stronger and spin conspiracy theories to 60 million Twitter fans every day, safe from the law he defied.
About noon DC time Elizabeth and I stop working on shipping product for CoolestTechEver.com (shameless plug) to watch TV again. Trump shouts over the noise of the presidential chopper that waits for his exit from political life. His face beet red from the shouting, Trump goes on for what seems agonizingly forever in a rambling rally-like diatribe against the Deep State, Crooked Hilary and Obama, who he still says was born in Kenya, and more and more. Trump rails on:
“..in anyone’s book, even in Shifty Schiff’s, my Ukraine call was totally perfect! Perfect! Perfect! Perfect! Truth is I only resign today because Mark Burnett and I have reached a deal for me to star in our new reality show THE WHITE HOUSE APPRENTICE, airing Monday 7PM Eastern on NBC. Filming starts right now!”
“Hail to the Chief” plays as Trump high fives his loyal staffers who line the White House lawn leading to the presidential chopper. Head held high, former President Trump proudly strides up to President Pence and bear hugs him off the ground. Trump is already miked for reality TV and so we hear:
“Thanks for the pardon, pard! They’ll be after your sweet ass next, Mike.” says Trump with a winner’s grin.
“I I know, Don. I know. Mother and I are ready to do battle.” says President Pence as Trump walks away, not listening.
Trump hams up his best Nixon peace sign as a gag, and clown to the last, hurries up the little set of stairs, pieces of toilet paper sticking to both his shoes. Qanon will later tweet that the toilet paper was an intentional insult to the left-wing media.
We now return you to your present timeline.
Which timeline are you actually on? Trump’s outrageous resignation visualized here? Trump’s rise to become the most outrageous dictators in world history? Trump as a humbled hero who mends his ways and becomes a surprisingly great president? Or something in between? We’ll all know more this Wednesday. Peace.