Trump's at it again. The whiny baby that he is, he's crying and screaming again -- in all caps -- about his "perfect call."
He even called the press into the Oval Office today to demonstrate just how perfect his call was.
Below: Trump demonstrates his perfect call.
Of course all of this "perfect" talk is just mob-speak that underscores how angry Trump is that he got caught. He really thought he'd committed the "perfect crime." I've written about it before -- HERE.
Trump's corruption and crimes are so extreme and appalling that the House had no choice but to impeach him. Of course, Mitch McConnell announced his plans for a sham trial, so Trump's wrongdoing might still end up being the perfect crime. To be honest, though, if Trump is not removed from office at this point, then our Constitution is meaningless. Utterly meaningless.
Below left: Trump's "perfect call" talk called to mind Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem "Let him now make that perfect Call." Below right: Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem, "Let me not mar that perfect Dream."
By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
Let him now make that perfect Call
With an Immoral stain
And so adjust his daily Crime
To boost his own campaign.
Now when we know his Power’s abused –
The Carnage of his Style
With all our lifted Hope we watch
The House – Impeachment Trial.
By Emily Dickinson:
Let me not mar that perfect Dream
By an Auroral stain
But so adjust my daily Night
That it will come again.
Not when we know, the Power accosts --
The Garment of Surprise
Was all our timid Mother wore
At Home — in Paradise.