It would be nice not to care

Dear President Trump,

We went to a concert last night and I twisted much of the day over the inevitable “Hey Seattle, how are you?” question the mainliner would toss out when he came on stage. I had a few passing fancies that he’d actually address the day’s events but knew it was unlikely – people were there for a good time and reality could stay out on the curb with the homeless guy begging for change as concert goers shuffled past him into the theater.

I was thinking before we went to the concert about how nice it would be to not care about all this shit. To not care whether Mueller’s language as quoted by Barr was “The investigation did not establish that members of the Trump Campaign conspired or coordinated with the Russian government in its election interference activities” while Barr summarized it as “The Special Counsel’s investigation did not find that the Trump campaign or anyone associated with it conspired or coordinated with Russia in its efforts to influence the 2016 U.S. presidential election.” (The distinction is courtesy of E. J. Dion, WP.) What a luxury it would be to not give it more than a passing thought that Mueller appears to have punted on the key issue he was asked to investigate (i.e., obstruction) and to not obsess over how is it that Barr and Rosenstein thought it was ok for them to flip their weighted coin in your favor (as noted by Harry Littman, WP [the weighted coin idea is mine, though]).

Parking stuff enough to deal with life is something I do pretty well. I’m definitely not planning to hide out in the house wringing my hands over Barr’s report or your crowing about being totally exonerated, but this feeling of let-down and frankly, of betrayal (given everything that has been public for years now), isn’t going to be easy to shake and feels a lot like election night when state after state fell into your win column. It’s basically the feeling I get when all the available data are pointing me in one direction and someone is saying, ‘nope, it’s really….’ this other thing that makes absolutely no sense whatsoever. I’m not ready to accept that there was nothing untoward; something stinks and I feel more strongly than ever that we need to see the full damn report and that the Democrats need to keep pushing. You’re no more innocent than Mephistopheles and just because you (apparently) cover your tracks well doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be held to account.

May we be safe from slippery sleazes.
May we be willing to not let you off the hook.
May we keep ourselves healthy and strong as we deal with this confusing turn of events.
May we all hew to the nonviolent, peaceful high ground.

Sincerely,
Tracy Simpson

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