Last week, before receiving my comeuppance at the hands of my betters (some of them even - and I can barely type this without swooning -
actual real-life lawyers!), I, too, was one of you airy-fairy armchair moralists.
My "schoolin'" began with the discovery that my off-work hours spent since 1968, in such lowly pursuits as distributing pamphlets, providing transport to the polls etc.; not to mention, the scores of books on the subject of politics, I've read post-high school, counted for naught, as I wasn't privy to the knowledge granted apparently, only to those with some, (I've yet to puzzle out what) specific accreditation.
I'm almost embarassed to admit this, but I believed it to be somehow immoral not make every effort to remove from the Presidency, someone that I felt had committed numerous serious crimes, some so grievous that they ultimately resulted in the deaths of several thousand of my fellow citizens,
that to leave him in office for a minute longer than we could prevent, for political gain, might be seen as cynical on our part in the eyes of both the newly converted, and the long since convinced, who see this Presidency as a mistake,. A mistake, that if allowed to continue, might very well result in further damage to the Country. Silly me.