Every night I watch your “Resistance Report” and it is often the brightest fifteen minutes of my day.
You channel pure Charles de Gaulle in your book-lined bunker. Remember the 1940 Appeal of June 18th (“L’Appel du 18 juin”) in which the leader of the Free French Forces said this:
“But has the last word been said? Must hope disappear? Is defeat final? No!”
A resounding non, non, non!
Thanks to you, I now have my own copy of the constitution. I yearn for the weathered passport book-like edition you showed us on air, but I purchased a thicker annotated one.
You make what feels like a descent into the raging flames of hell seem like an afternoon at the beach.
Last night, you explained that you understood bullies like Trump since you had been shorter than the other kids in school and therefore subject to merciless teasing. I think this experience must have shaped your world and steeled your will for the good fight.
You say Putin will be Trump’s downfall. I hope you are right…and sooner rather than later.
In the meantime, would you be free to discuss the Emoluments Clause over martinis? I hear that the word emolere means to grind up in Latin–and was used to refer to payment for a miller for grinding corn.
Ah well, it’s all grist for the mill.