This is the very essence of the difference that should exist between a President and a King. From Federalist 69:
The President of the United States would be liable to be impeached, tried, and, upon conviction of treason, bribery, or other high crimes or misdemeanors, removed from office; and would afterwards be liable to prosecution and punishment in the ordinary course of law. The person of the king of Great Britain is sacred and inviolable; there is no constitutional tribunal to which he is amenable; no punishment to which he can be subjected without involving the crisis of a national revolution. In this delicate and important circumstance of personal responsibility, the President of Confederated America would stand upon no better ground than a governor of New York, and upon worse ground than the governors of Maryland and Delaware.
The failure of the Republican party to support this kind of check on Presidential power is why we’re having this crisis now.
Especially if you’re older and know that everything you’ve worked for is at risk. Especially if you’re middle aged and your hope of a comfortable old age is being destroyed. Especially if you have family, and know your children’s future depends on it.
I know you mean well but fuck ageism, the youth always fight. They don’t need a pep talk, older people do.
And then there are the rest of us. Not quite young anymore, but we were robbed of the chance to even have anything to anchor us down. We’ve been squeezed out of the housing market nearly our entire adult lives. We never could justify having a child, perhaps because of money, perhaps because our consciences wouldn’t let us, perhaps because of both. We job-hop every few years already, as it’s the only way we’ve ever received a sizable pay raise.
There is no house, no child, and no job for us to worry about losing. I don’t know about y’all, but I’ve been doing little more than fighting to get by for far too long.
I’m ready to fight for something else.
wanna live forever? do something memorable.
You are not alone, my brother.
Then do it. Talk is cheap.
Heh. I’m middle aged and the only hope of comfort I’ve ever had for my elder years is chemical. I’m what you call an optimist.