Let the people decide. That is the phrase I have heard from various right wingers after Trump’s latest indictment. The next election should settle his fate. That could, of course, be said every time an office holder is charged with a crime, something that happens many times each year. For good reasons, however, the determination of whether a person has committed a charged crime is not decided by an election. The people do decide, but they are the ones plucked from the stream of humanity to be jurors. That is our legal system, one embedded in the Constitution and our history.
I know that those who proclaim “Let the people decide” do not believe in or understand the rule of law, but I wonder if they are foolish, are ignorant, have no memory, are hypocrites, or are simply trying to be funny. (Probably not the latter; I have noticed that right wingers rarely have a good sense of humor.) The indictment was handed up precisely because Trump was unwilling to let the people decide. The people voted in 2020 and decided decisively against him. There is no reason to believe that if he is on the ballot in 2024 and he loses that he will accept the people’s decision. Recent history shows that he won’t.
I love my small car. It is the right vehicle for parking on the streets of New York City. It can sometimes be parked where few other cars can. When either the spouse or I maneuver into such a tight place we proudly announce to the other, “I fit the Fit into a Fit spot.” Street parking is especially hard in Manhattan where the spouse recently had a doctor’s appointment. I found a small, but tempting opening at the curb and stopped to back in. A big truck waited behind me. I parked the Honda Fit on the first try with eight inches to spare in front and six inches behind. I heard honking. The truck had pulled up alongside me. The driver opened his window, smiled, stuck his hands out, and applauded. I smiled and waved. I was too late to yell out that I had gotten into tighter spots, but at my age it was nice to be acknowledged for a dexterous feat, even a mundane one.
Owning old houses, I have been through many renovations and repairs. I have learned that whenever a worker starts a job, if he did not do the previous work, he will tell me whoever did it before did not do it properly.
A mystery of life: I went to the new dollar store. And spent $78.76.
I have heard that you should live every day like it is your last. Hogwash. If l did that, I would never have clean clothes. On the last day of my life, I am not doing the laundry. Or the dishes.
“Repartee is something we think of twenty-four hours too late.” Mark Twain.
My latest diet that I am sure will work: I can eat anything I want, but I must eat naked in front of a full-length mirror.
“I am still looking for a man who could excite me as much as a baked potato.” Laura Flynn McCarthy.
“Never eat more than you can lift.” Miss Piggy.
Gouda, Roquefort, and cheddar make a fromage à trois.
