Getting one’s heart to racing over the possibility that bad people will be made to account for the misdeeds can be dangerous to one’s emotional well-being.
I know that. Because I am suffering a bit from high expectations stemming from the myriad investigations into the conduct of a former president of the United States.
Yeah, that one … named Donald John Trump.
I keep hearing from commentators, legal eagles, constitutional scholars and assorted lawyerly minds that Trump is in deep doo-doo over many issues. He’s going to pay the price, they keep saying.
I’ll admit that I don’t listen to the Trump cultists/apologists who spend little time denying he did wrong but who question the motives of those who are doing the investigating.
I am resisting the temptation to get swept up in what I admit would be “joy” if indictments land on Trump’s thick but vacuous skull.
It’s tough, to be sure. I’ll remain strong.