I know, I know. One shouldn't ac-
cept the occasion of justice, be-
ing done, as a chance for delight
in a vitality which has, as often
as not, stirred a few years or e-
ven decades too late. Fair point.
Besides, his evangelists have al-
ready prepared proofs of our Sav-
ior's displeasure with the truth.
OK, then. Let's just be nice when
the President's two chummiest op-
eratives have been nailed, in two
different Federal courthouses, on
the same afternoon. Can you imag-
ine what it will mean, for Tweet-
ing on the morrow? The neologism,
the upper-case dyslexia, a spasm,
here, a reflux, there, of orotund
mania in full flight, the rapture
of being Presidential, in blazing
exposure again as the victim of a
lifetime, rampant in persecution.
Meanwhile, as gutters go, ours is
not so bad, with a little shower.
Sharon Lafraniere
August 21, 2018
The New York Times, 2018©
William K. Rashbaum,
Maggie Haberman, Ben Protess
and Jim Rutenberg
August 21, 2018
The New York Times, 2018©
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