Thanks and More in Book Six: Trying to Hold On 2019

Thank you to people who left comments on my last entry. It helps. As does spending the weekend with my parents. In their way. My father still supports Trump in ways that should otherwise make him embarrassed but he’s still locked in an older way of thinking that is no longer true. He believes that Hillary was the largest threat to the United States since 9/11… he thinks that the GOP is the last protector of the Christian Faith… he thinks that Whitness and Masculinity are under attack. So… classic over 60 GOP bullshit. Because while I was no fan of Hillary, I voted for her because I could count on her to be devious and self-dealing in a political way… meaning one where she put herself first but knew that she couldn’t completely sell out the country or she’d be taken down by the GOP majority in Congress. Trump I could expect to stay as self-obsessed, criminal, and terrible as he had always been. The GOP doesn’t protect the Christian Faith, it manipulates and abuses The Faithful to consolidate power… the Faith based on Hope, Love, and Sacrifice isn’t the Faith that supports torture, child separation, or corruption. And whiteness and masculinity? Uhm.... if “love others, live and let live, and genitals aren’t predictive of success” is bad.... maybe you need to re-evaluate your priorities?!?

ANYWAY… I always have to get that out after spending time with my family. I love my family and I really did need to come home and get some positive reinforcement. So that was good.

My boss e-mailed me today. He says he will cover my hearings on Monday so I can focus on trial prep. He also says that the officer he was seeing this morning had some information. Defendant in my jury trial? Told an officer, “I’m only forcing this to trial because you guys made a mistake coming after me.” Really?! I mean… I get it. This is the town’s biggest drug dealer who has lived a comfortable life up to now by threatening everyone with violence. But… you can’t literally drive around smoking Meth in your car and think people aren’t going to demand action. Further… no wonder nobody else did anything about this case. Perhaps just taking it to trial at all is what is needed for this community. To say loudly, clearly, openly… “I don’t know how things were before; but this is an office that prosecutes. Criminal Behavior will not be ignored.” That being said.... it makes my job a little more stressful. In that, if I fail… okay, so what. Old case, bad facts, the thing basically died on the vine. But on the other hand? This is a guy that is raging hot pissed off for two years straight just because we decided to interrupt his drug trade. Seriously? A guy like that needs prison. Honestly. So… that’s where I am with that.

Another funny crime thing… does anyone read the Des Moines Register? Front page story of the Sunday Edition of the paper today is a case that I worked on when I was in the Private Firm. That is interesting. Autumn 2017, Human Trafficking Case, front page of the paper. Meanwhile, Drug Case from Autumn 2017 is what I’m taking to Jury Trial this week. Just interesting how things work out.

SPEAKING OF “interesting how things work out”… one thing that I’ve been pondering:
March has been (yet another) sexless month. That plus the extraordinarily difficult time I’ve had in getting privacy (a much more difficult prospect when Wife is always home when I am).... I just… I wonder if that would have changed anything. I know it seems silly but I’m certain there are other people in the world who find genuine sexual release to be a relaxing thing. Or a pleasurable thing. Or an emotionally validating thing. Maybe I’m just… putting too much importance on that. But it is something I wonder about. And at some point next Saturday in counseling I’m almost certain to say something like, “It just would have been nice to have sex in March; what with all the stress and other issues.” TO which Wife will say, “Well, we would have had sex that night you asked, but my hips have been bothering me.” And she’ll be right. But I’ll be right, too.