Note well: what unites the beneficiaries of Trump’s pardons, whether corruption, insider trading, war crimes, brutality, collusion, campaign fraud, obstruction of justice, lying —he approves of their crimes. He thinks what they did is ok; he is bestowing a badge of honor.
The master issued a heartfelt prayer: if God could undo his defeat and smite all his enemies he would present a prize goose to a worthy orphan and say Merry Christmas each day of the year. Otherwise, he would seek someone else who could get the job done. #TolstoysTalesofTrump
In a high stakes game of chess, the master wagered the health of his peasants, the prosperity of the estate, and the freedom of his friends and family, knowing that if worse came to worst he could always charge fraud and demand a “do-over.” #TolstoysTalesofTrump
Good time to remember that Joe Biden wrote the foreword to this @OrbisBooks book about child refugees: “Blessed Are the Refugees.” orbisbooks.com/blessed-are-t…
“We are all victims here,” the master told the peasants. “Very sick individuals want to take away your master; my guns, leaving you defenseless; they even want to take away Christmas.” His fight was really for them, for God, the estate, and the world.” #TolstoysTalesofTrump
The first time the master’s manservant Mikhail was asked to dispose of a body it was very hard. But it got easier. Eventually, to keep up, he had to employ the whole household staff and they were all amazed at how easy it became. #TolstoysTalesofTrump
In his speech today, Joe Biden quotes Jesuit Alfred Delp from his advent meditations. Didn’t mention that Delp wrote this as he awaited execution for his part in an anti-Nazi study circle. @OrbisBooks
In a dark cell and held in chains, Delp passed his time in the Advent season of 1944 writing a series of meditations. Set not only against the darkness of war, but his own impending death, they offer a contrast to the pious sentimentality often evoked by “the holiday season.”
For Delp the promise of Christmas, the paradoxical entry of God’s love into the dark wilderness of history, is literally a matter of life and death. “The fate of mankind, my own fate, the verdict awaiting me, the significance of the feast, can all be summed up in the sentence:
“surrender thyself to God and thou shalt find thyself again. Others have you in their power now; they torture and frighten you, hound you from pillar to post. But the inner law of freedom sings that no death can kill us; life is eternal.” He was hanged 2/2/1945