If ever there was a poem for the moment, this is it ...
Sightseeing in the Capital
These grand old buildings
With their spacious conference rooms,
Leather-padded doors,
Where they weigh life and death
Without a moment of fear
Of ever being held accountable,
And then withdraw to dine in style
And drink to each other's health
In private clubs and country estates,
While we linger on the sidewalk
Admiring the rows of windows
The evening sun has struck blind.
"Accountable" is a word not often used in Washington, unless it's applied to a specially-selected fall guy chosen to protect the rich and powerful.
I hope we can someday get the country back on track.
Have a good day and enjoy the rest of your weekend. More thoughts coming.
Bilbo
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