The pandemic is still with us, its physical effect still being felt and its economic backwash still to come. There was a deadly attempted putsch at the U.S Capitol only threee weeks ago. And yet all already seems quiet and less worrisome than has been the case for four years. And it is all because the wretched man Trump has pranced off the world stage in a fit of high dudgeon - vaingloriously and with no sense of irony, going out to the most vainglorious song of them all - the problematic My Way. What a prick.
He will be back in the limelight in a fortnight when the Senate has to hear his impeachment trial. You do just wonder if the Democratic leadership is missing a trick with these proceedings. Might they be better off leaving him to sulk in his Florida redoubt or should they press on with trying to exclude him from future politics? My personal (and I accept vindictive) hope (a forlorn one I am afraid) is that enough Republicans gather behind the impeachment to convict the weasel. Take note of what his odious offspring, Donald Jr., barked at the mob at the Capitol on that lethal January day: 'This is no longer the Republican Party, this is Donald Trump's Republican Party.' Do the world a favour and prove him wrong.
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