"Make it didn't happen" is one of our great human weaknesses. When things occur that make us unhappy, we want to find some path back to the status quo ante. It's rarely there.
I mention this because there were some expressions of pleasure on social media that parts of the GOP's MAGA alliance was unraveling over the Epstein files. Yeah, don't get too comfy and start singing the Munchkin song. These sands are shifty indeed. They kept shifting all weekend and into today.
It sure would be nice if the two big parties would go back to being the same old Republicans and Democrats of my early adulthood, aging New Dealers and younger progressives against rock-ribbed conservatives and their louder, not so gray allies, but it's not going to happen. It's especially not going to happen with Mr. Trump's stalwarts suddenly freezing, their hard shells crumbling away, and besuited Reagan-Bush-Goldwaterish hybrids emerging blinking into the light of a new day while the Dems magically grow spines and they all walk towards the rising sun in spirited, earnest debate, almost safe to ignore between elections. Dream on.
The only way through the present mess is through it, and there aren't any promises about what we are when we get to the other side.
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