Just men

 I was thinking about the overweening greed and ambition of certain members of our government tonight, and also about how much harm they have been able to do in the four short years in which they have been calling the shots. I felt the need to remind myself that they are not all-powerful in a forever sense, but have only been able to take foul advantage of the temporary situation in which they found themselves. Although they are master manipulators, they have also benefited from sheer luck, i.e., a narrow party majority, and as soon as that party majority is gone, so will be their advantage. I said to myself, reassuringly, "They are just men, like any others."

And then I thought about that statement and realized that I would need to clarify, because although they are just men, they are not just men. They do not play fair, they do not honor their word, they are hypocrites of the first order and will say and do whatever it takes to keep their power, their privilege, their control. So no, they are not just men. But they are only men, and someday—soon—they will fall.

Also, they all have thin lips.

Gel pen, Daler Rowney inks (Indian Yellow and Burnt Umber), pencil, Uniball pen, Paul Jackson watercolors, white gel pen, on 140-lb. Fluid watercolor paper, 9x12.