Change was, indeed, possible, one person at a time.

A traitor to both sides, the ultimate asshole…

The ages of individual Supreme Court Justices were of significant concern to Zack, as were the nominations President John would make if these elderly Supreme Court Justices retired or passed away. Zack smiled to himself and wished the justices good health and long life.

Your friends dress like your enemies, and your enemies dress like your friends.

Then let’s get to work. Sarin…shit! We must stop these guys…again.”The men nodded, stone-faced. Was it really déjà vu all over again?

Twenty-five elite law enforcement officers against six racist assholes. Four to one; pretty good odds.

Look at that asshole! Not a care in the world! Today, I fish; tomorrow, I blow up a mosque. Smart, hiding in plain sight. 

. . . being on the wrong side of a pissing contest is never a good thing.

As John finished his speech, Zack couldn’t help but wonder how a country that had been served by a brilliant and inclusive president for eight years now chose to elect a narcissistic, xenophobic, homophobic, Islamophobic, anti-Semitic racist with no experience in government.