The 10th Justice

A few days ago the Guardian reported that, according to Michael Wolff author of Fire and Fury the insider exposé of the Trump White Hose, the Mueller Commission had drawn up a three part indictment of Trump for obstruction of justice. Mueller, through a spokesperson, denied such a document existed. I read the article with interest and then did what I always do, check for another source. Neither the New York Times nor the Washington Post referred to the article. Perhaps they had been scooped or perhaps they were skeptical. Then I thought of Rudi Giuliani. Rudi Giuliani, former mayor of New York City and now the lawyer for Donald Trump, saw a video of Nancy Pelosi in which she looked mentally impaired, and immediately disseminated it around the internet by retweeting it. When the video was proved to have been altered to make Speaker Pelosi look bad,  Giuliani came under criticism for spreading false information on the internet. His response was, " “I didn’t know it was doctored,”

Having a terminal illness is a little like falling in love - with everything. When one falls for another person in that way that country singers sing about, that head-over-heels way, that truly-madly-deeply way, that object of desire gets highlighted with a yellow magic marker. You can pick them out of a crowd at a hundred yards. But getting a terminal illness highlights everything around you, the people  and objects of everyday life. This morning while emptying the dishwasher, I was astounded by the beauty of our stoneware dishes and silver eating utensils. My first thought was perhaps I was manic (I'm not a manic-depressive) but then I looked again and the objects of my appreciation were truly beautiful. I knew it all the time but had gotten used to them. Thinking about never seeing them again enhanced my appreciation of my surroundings; at living a truly curated life. My pro-democracy rants against the current political threat of authoritarianism have been replaced by trying t