The year was 1974. I was twenty-five years old. The Watergate hearings seemed to go on forever. The President of the United States, Richard Nixon, was about to be impeached. He resigned. It took two years.
https://www.pbs.org/newshour/politics/complete-watergate-timeline-took-longer-realize
Fast forward forty-five years. Once again, we are investigating the President of the United States. This time for breaking more laws than I care to count. For possible treason involving Russian hacking of our elections. We have an idiot for president and a very unstable man. At best.
Cohen pleads guilty, says he coordinated with Trump to pay off women and influence election
Washington Post.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special_Counsel_investigation_(2017–present)
Forty-five years.
We're just fifteen months into the current presidential corruption.
A long time friend called today. We are similar in age. She thanked me for supporting her to take a high level position in finance. We laughed about all of her series examinations to be licensed. The hard work. The fear of possible failure. Then the conversation turned to our lives. Marriages. Children. We spoke about the wasted years with husbands who could offer nothing in a relationship. We spoke about our gratitude in having children. Being mothers. We spoke about now.
We spoke about forty-five years of living a life. Of learning. Of being honest with yourself about what you really want. About what you are willing to put up with. About having no clue what your life has meant to others. About learning what it has meant to you as the sand in the hour glass measures the passage of time. Each morsel becomes more precious, minute by minute.
Experiencer Bettina Rodriguez Aguilera runs for the Senate.
https://www.washingtonpost.com/politics/2018/08/20/she-claimed-aliens-kidnapped-her-child-major-newspaper-endorsed-her-bid-congress/?noredirect=on&utm_term=.f726b9caafff
The human condition continues. Truth shows itself like flower bulbs erupting for spring. The real story is ~ what will we do about it?
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