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I often say that I believe in karma. This belief can serve you well when you are going through tough times You search for reasons to explain your unfortunate circumstances and karma provides the answer. I am reaping what I have sown. I'm spending time in purgatory, but if I remain stoic about my well-deserved punishment, I will survive this predicament and I will be able to go about my normal life committing sins until karma once again comes knocking.

There is nobody on the face of the earth who has worse karma than Donald Trump. His karma may be more than purgatorial. His karma may condemn him to an eternity in hell. I don't feel sorry for him and nobody in my inner circle feels sorry for him. We use the word "evil" to denounce him. As he might describe himself when faced with that cowardly countenance in the mirror: "Donald Trump is bad, very, very bad."
Yesterday the House impeached him, 232-197. Even Republicans couldn't hold their noses anymore and rejected him. Will the Senate convict him? Who knows. There are too many questions regarding the insurrection he inspired that once answered may leave the Senate with no other option but to convict him.
This wasn't a breakdown in security at the U.S. Capitol Building. No city knows more about protests and demonstrations than Washington D.C. The Capitol Police knew a frenzied mob of thousands was coming. Trump had promised them a "wild" day and at the rally in front of The White House he threw gas on the fire, pointed them down Pennsylvania Avenue and urged them to fight to save our nation.
At best, there was willful negligence on the Capitol Police's part. At worst, there was cooperation between law enforcement and the seditionists. Why weren't there more police manning their posts? Why did officers pull back barriers to allow the rabble to stream up the stairs of the U.S. Capitol Building? Why were there no officers on horses? Why were there no helicopters or drones buzzing overhead. Why weren't reinforcements requested? Where was the national guard? Did somebody mastermind this dereliction of duty?
Meanwhile, back at the White House, Trump sat in front of a television and did nothing. According witnesses say he relished the chaos. He applauded his vigilantes as they wrecked havoc on one of the country's most sacred buildings. When he saw that they had consummated their patriotic mission with five dead and scores injured, he told them that it was time to go home and he blew them a kiss by telling them that he loved them.
After he lost the election, after he ranted and raved that the result was stolen and he had triumphed in a landslide, after he tried to intimidate the Georgia Secretary of State to "recalculate" the outcome, find 12.000 votes and award him the electoral votes, after he cost the Republicans two senators and loss of the Senate, he summoned his executive authority and sent his Neo-Nazi army to lop off the legislative branch and keep him in office for another four years.
How many times have we watched the pundits throw their arms up in frustration and scream, "He has crossed the line this time!" Never held accountable for his despicable deeds and thousands of lies, he has become so unhinged that he thought he could send his hooligans to shoot up the Capitol and he would face no prosecution as he has bragged.
Will this Anti-Christ rise from the dead? Will his fanatical followers still believe that he can part the Potomac? Will he form the South African Apartheid Republican Party and lead his racists to the Promised Land when America was great and lynching was good ol' boys having fun? Will he attain his goal of 400,000 COVID deaths in less than one year before he leaves office in six days?
Trump has abandoned his Union home in the North and moved his residence to the Confederate South. But he can't run. He can't hide. The ghosts of the dead will pursue him. The courts will pursue him. He is not only the first president to be impeached twice, he is not only the worst president to occupy the office, he is the most hated person in the history of the United States. He has replaced Benedict Arnold as the synonym for traitor. He thought he could escape justice, but you can never escape your own karma. He could hit a hole-in-one, but he will never know felicity for even a brief moment for the rest of his days.

There are those lobotomized lemmings who are saddened by his suffering. We, lovers of democracy and loyal to our institutions, couldn't be happier. 

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