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When American playwright Arthur Miller visited China (a one-Party state) in 1978, he commented, “…the Party is the people and cannot oppress itself, and therefore there is no need for lawyers or the Western idea of a separate body of professionals to protect the innocent.”
In these interesting times, the U.S. has shifted to the extreme end of the spectrum– a large number of guilty people have been protected. Societal breakdown is occurring because white-collar criminality has become the new normal. Unlike in 1974, in 2026: The United States Supreme Court is corrupt. The “Nixon” figure (Trump) hasn’t been shamed into resigning, and his cronies aren’t kicking him out.
The only punishment Trump has ever received for crimes in his lifetime has been fining. Neither job loss nor jail time. Fining is hardly a deterrent to bad behavior for someone of his ilk.
So it will take decades longer than it did fifty years ago– to right the ship this time.
In the meantime, Democrats should start to practice what they preach. When they regain sufficient power, they need to get their regulatory game on. It is likely that in 2028, the American people will elect another saintly president like Jimmy Carter, because they are sick of the sinner Donald Trump, who considers himself a saint. The macho men who wish they could get away with what Trump did, are now blaming him for their own personal problems, because he broke his campaign promises.
In connection therewith, this is what U.S. senatorial candidate James Talarico (D-TX) is singing to his opponent Ken Paxton (R-TX).
ON SUNDAY
sung to the tune of “Never on Sunday” with apologies to The Chordettes and to whomever else the rights may concern.
We saw your felony on money-day, on money-day, on money-day, which wasn’t very good.
And we saw your bribery on Tuesday, on Tuesday, on Tuesday, as we knew we would.
And we saw you bailed out on Wednesday, on Thursday, your unfaithfulness on Saturday, no less.
But I won’t oppose-you on Sunday, on Sunday, on Sunday, ’cause that’s my day of rest.
All my days, as you might have guessed, I love thy neighbor, and my day of rest.
I’m anti-billionaire, in my democracy quest.
I’m a Ron Howard-lookalike, in this political contest.
I’m staying moral on a school day, a holiday, a Wednesday, whichever day you choose.
We saw your greedy play, in your heyday, on a payday, and that’s what I refuse.
You were bailed out on a bleak day, a dark day, a weak day, at GOP’s behest.
I won’t oppose you on a Sunday, a Sunday, the one day, I need a little rest.
You were bailed out on a bleak day, a dark day, a weak day, at GOP’s behest.
I won’t oppose you on a Sunday, a Sunday, the one day, I need a little rest.