Every Day

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It seems like every single day we hear something insane about Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas.

There are notes for payoffs of $25 grand for his wife, who is a beauty in her own regard.

Ginni Thomas was all over the January 6th mess as she allegedly tried to help arrange the coup.

Someone paid for Thomas’ grandkid to go to a private school…big money.

Then, of course, there were the million dollar vacations that went undeclared as gifts.

Will there ever be an accounting for any of it?

I just find it so unbelievable!

There are questions about Kavanaugh and how all of his debts were paid off.

What amazes me about all of it is that there is a portion of the population that gets all upset about social programs like food stamps or welfare.

They hold people like Kavanaugh and Thomas in high regard as these so-called self-made men who pulled themselves up by the boot straps.

The amount of money being ripped off at the top of the food chain could pay for housing and food for thousands and thousands of people.

It’s absolutely mind-boggling.

The stories come out…

…every day.

Thomas says nothing about it at all. One of his partners on the court complained last week that there has been so much scrutiny.

In other words…

…leave us alone…

…we’re busy stealing.

And perhaps I’m a victim of all I was taught back years and years ago.

Supreme Court Justices and Presidents and Priests were all supposed to be beyond reproach.

They were people who were elevated and better than the rest of us…

…the cream of the crop!

We also heard that ‘No one is above the law!”

That was also horseshit.

And we hear more about it, every day, and yet, no one ever answers for it.

The entire situation seems helpless, and there are nights when I imagine what the Thomas life of leisure is like.

The ease of life that wealth brings. Fancy meals, luxury cars, and a feeling of righteousness, knowing that they ARE INDEED above the law.

Will they ever be judged?

It would be nice.

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