This is the first time I have used the word “paroxysm” in a longish time. I may never have used it in this blog before. It means a “sudden, violent outburst; a fit of violent action or emotion.”
It is a word apropos for the impending impeachment of President Donald J Trump tomorrow by the US House of Representatives. [I predict Speaker Pelosi wears pink & pearls. Anybody want to make a small wager?]
“Don’t screw with me, Big Red Car, you rust bucket. I can do things to you you cannot even begin to imagine.”
In case you have been traveling or tunneling toward the center of the earth, the House of Representatives’ Judiciary Committee, after painstaking scrutiny of the misdeeds of our President spread over a couple of days in which we met some actual law school professors, has proposed two Articles of Impeachment which the entire House of Representatives will ponder tomorrow and approve.
[I can tell you they will approve them, because that is part of my super powers — I can see the future.]
Only Democrats will vote to impeach the President. Some handful of Dems will vote against it, but it will be hopelessly partisan.