R.B.G.

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 The news came to me in a text:

“That clinches it. The rest of our lives will be a mess.”

Now that’s a pretty general text but I knew exactly what it meant because of the guy who sent it.

I asked anyway:

“What happened?”

“RBG died.”

The rest of the evening was a series of texts and tweets made by people who are scared of the immediate future as the hypocrite in charge of the senate, Moscow Mitch, will most certainly go back on that sound decision he made in the name of the moral high road when Obama was in his last year.

He claimed that in an election year, the people deserved to have a say in the next Supreme Court choice.

Would he stand on his high principle knowing that we are less than 50 days away?

Of course not!

Did you really buy the principle bit??,

Moscow Mitch has no morals or principles or even any sense of decency.

The first words out of his mouth were:

“We’re gonna’ jam this down your throat whether you like it or not!”

This will be a huge fight.

I’m sure it broke RBG’s heart in knowing that the most indecent man who ever shat on America might have a say in who replaces her.

It can’t happen that way.

Whether it takes marching in the streets or a thousand lawsuits the stand for decency must be made in her name.

Ruth Bader Ginsburg led an exemplary life built upon justice, empathy and equality.

This can not go down this way.

Trump can not be linked with her in history.

May she Rest In Peace.

Her death should not be stained by the divisive politics of the day...

...but it already has been.

“That clinches it. The rest of our lives will be a mess.”

But as Ginsburg said:

“Fight for what you believe is right, but do it in a way so that others will join you.”

I think that if Moscow Mitch and his big orange clown try and steal another seat there will be a lot of people joining the battle...

...in her name.

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