Last Wednesday I watched the impeachment hearing wall to wall. I didn’t mean to, but I did.
I meant to take a peek and then get back to drumming my fingers on the desk as I do every Wednesday, thinking up a blog topic. But I couldn’t take my eyes off those two unflappable witnesses standing up (while sitting down) for the integrity and professionalism of their service on behalf of the USA. WOW.
I’m guessing the State Department was flooded with applications the next day. I want to be like them! I want to be one of them!
Diplomats like that should be paraded out before every NFL game. USA!!! USA!!!
Should be. But won’t be. Instead such civil servants are trashed.
I’ve been watching this White House every day for three years. I don’t mean to, but I do. I can’t stop myself.
I guess I’m hopelessly enthralled by porn, palace intrigue, incestuous perversion, backstabbing, decapitations, blood curdling battles, and White Walkers. I thought Game of Thrones was over, but I guess not.
I’m exhausted. And yet. And yet like a fool, I keep returning to watch—as a dog returns to its own vomit (Proverbs 26:11).