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Day 111

5/10/2017

 

Trump Does Dick Nixon; Phoebe Thinks ChainLink

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PictureCopyright, Frank Gerardi, 2017
April 10, 2017

   I GUESS the only thing not surprising about Trump dumping FBI chief James Comey is that Cat slept through the whole thing.
    I got the word the usual way: second-hand.
   The Nice One called out from the kitchen late yesterday afternoon: “Comey’s been fired!”  That set off the Grouchy One, who stomped around the house, yelling and jumping up and down, speaking in tongues the way he does when Trump News turns bad.
   This going bonkers at the TV, at the newspaper, at the computer, at the smart phone whenever Trump does his  latest horrible thing is quite scary for sweet, sensitive dogs.
    Still, despite all the Human racket, I managed to get the drift from NPR, which was pouring out of the living room speakers.
    Fear shot through me like an electrical pulse; it had me shaking, if I’m honest, which I try to be, unlike the First Liar.
   Start messing around with the justice system, as Trump is doing, and I can see all of us writers behind bars, behind the chain link.
   Comey had been ramping up the investigation into whether Trump and his fiends had worked with the Russians to screw up the election and maybe worse.
​   So Trump did what Putin would do: got rid of Comey.

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I WAS ABLE to give Cat a full briefing when he finally came thumping down the stairs from his dayside sleep chamber in the upstairs guest room.
   By the way, that metaphoric drivel about how the fog quietly comes in “on little cat feet?” Doesn’t apply to Cat. 
   When that big boy comes down the stairs at our house here in Newport, R.I., the people who monitor seismic instruments that sense volcanic activity in Hawaii, earthquakes in California and mushroom clouds in North Korea, well, they suddenly get a lot of false positives 
    I’m sorry to report to you that Cat was his infuriatingly blasé self; he just didn’t see what the fuss was about.
   “Phoebe, you’ll get your 'Red' meat soon enough,” Cat purred. “The investigations will continue.
    "And I would think you’d love Trump's knee-slapper reason for getting rid of Comey: that he went off the tracks last year by messing up the campaign with all that public talk about the on-and-off Hillary e-mail investigations.
    “And Sherlock Jim didn’t do himself any favors telling a Senate committee that he’d exaggerated the number of 'confidential' e-mails that ended up in Weiner-Man’s computer, so his that underlings had to issue ‘clarifications’ yesterday.”
    “Cat, how did you know about that correction business?” I said.    
​    Sometimes I think Cat plays dumb just so that he won’t talk about politics with me, but that he actually listens to NPR in his sleep – if he really is sleeping the day away.
    
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   “Why do you always go bonkers when there's a bit of news, Kid?” he asked with that Senior Animal tone he uses. “What makes you think that simply replacing one FBI director with another FBI director is the End of the World as We Know It?”
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   “SOMETIMES, things are just as simple as they seem, Cat,” I said. “Here are three tests to measure the horror of what Trump just did:
   “One, it’s just what Nixon did – try to shut down an investigation. Pay attention to history, Cat: We’ve been there; done that.
   “Two, Trump won’t release his tax returns. So we already know he has lots to hide.
 “Third, when I first heard the news, a horrible, sickening shockwave shot through my whole body.  Made my tail curl.”
   “Your tail is naturally curly,” Cat said..
  “And you know what I mean: trust your instincts,” I said.
   What I didn’t tell Cat is that, tonight, I’m still shaking. So much so that I really couldn’t tell you how I was able to even write this.
   I keep thinking: What if it goes all wrong, like it does in other countries? What if they come after us, the Sweet Dogs?
   What’s jail like?
  This Comey thing is taking on a familiar pattern. Initial shock and awe. Democrats go to Defcon 1. Republicans do their enabling thing. Trump voters give him the usual Free Pass. Life goes back to what passes for normal.
   Do we put a stop to it?
   When?
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    A "sweet dog" confronts the catastrophe of the Trump presidency

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    PHOEBE might have remained a “sweet” and apolitical dog but for the Trump crisis. Now, like millions of Americans, she wrestles daily with the challenge of what to do about it. With no illusions about the impact, she founded and is the principal writer of the Tracking Trump  blog.

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    CAT, a cat and Libertarian was Phoebe's co-author. He died Nov. 14, 2019. His self-described role was to leaven Phoebe’s naiveté and idealism with “common sense." He is remembered and missed.

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