Mood

Today the Congress acquitted Donald Trump for the second time, despite the clear evidence of his culpability. That invasion of the Capitol can be laid directly at his door. He incited it, and then he sat back and enjoyed it while people ran for their lives and some lost them. And he isn't even made to feel sorry for it. The impeachment just becomes one more vendetta against him by the evil Democratic Party, and he's out there right now, gloating and continuing to insist that he won the election and is our rightful president.

I despair. If, in the face of such damning evidence, we can't even make HIM pay, then how the hell are we supposed to purge the Congress of his venal, lickspittle accomplices and toadies? Voting against them in TWO YEARS is not enough. Two years in which they do further damage. Two years in which they collect their generous salaries and enjoy their all-encompassing health care, while they meet for lunch at their clubs and play golf and send their children to expensive private schools—as a good percentage of the rest of the country goes hungry and dies. Our country has turned into France before the Revolution. But the only revolution we have seen was in favor of the dictators.

My art today expresses my mood. To respect everyone's finer feelings, I will just call it "Mad." It started out as kind of a joke, but after the verdict arrived, it was all too real. I am disgusted, demoralized, depressed...MAD.

Pencil, Uniball, Daler Rowney inks, gesso, on 140-lb. Fluid coldpress watercolor paper, about 8.5x10 inches.