Impeach For America

Well what do you know, Twitter is not so bad (for what it is)... No wonder our president-with-a-little-p likes it so much - or he did until his privileges were taken away the other day.  Now it's the real Oz running the prez's twits. So anyway it's been a learning experience.  From posting stuff in places and @people I didn't mean to, to sifting through the massive onslaught of information coming at me, and understanding the irony of Twitter: that using so few characters leads to a gazillion different places and a barrage of links leading to yet more information.  I've learned a lot.  And not just about navigating Twitter.  I've learned a lot about things that are going on with our despicably crooked administration that I didn't know.  I mean I knew he was bad but omg what a clusterfuck.  It's WAY deeper and more far-reaching than I could've imagined.  It seems that at best there was Russian interference in the election and at...

I was a little kid when Watergate was going on, 9 or 10 years old.  Mom and Dad both worked so during the summer my brother and I got sent to a dude ranch sort of day camp that was out in the boonies.  Well it seemed out in the boonies to me at the time, anyway, but in actuality it was about a 30 minute drive out in the unincorporated part of the county.  Every day the camp van would pick us and a handful of other kids up in the morning and deliver us safely back home in the evening.  Our bus driver, Mr. Whitlow, was in his mid-20s, frumpy, had a mop of crazy blond curls, and loved to put peanut butter on everything .  The kids used to grill him: would you put peanut butter on a hamburger?  On tuna fish?  Even in chili?  Every time Mr. Whitlow would emphatically insist that yes he would.  And so it was Mr. Whitlow would attempt to entertain us on the interminable ride to and from camp every day; sometimes we'd sing...