Here’s where my head’s at right now.  I’ve called my Senator twice in the last couple of days, one to thank him for announcing that he was voting against Betsy DeVos and again this morning to encourage him to vote against Jeff Sessions when that abortion of a confirmation vote comes up.  I literally just say “call my Senator” to my phone and bam, I’m talking to a staffer a couple of moments later.

And then it hit me: the #1 rule of Republicans is They Always Get Worse.  The #2 rule of Republicans is They Only Get Worse.  So am I doing anything that actually has a point here, other than encouraging Joe Donnelly to go against his usual first instincts and vote like a Democrat?  Is there any point to calling my other Senator, or even finding out his name, which I’m just now realizing to no small amount of self-loathing that I don’t even know?

I can’t name my Governor right now either.  I’d recognize either of their names, mind you, but I can’t produce them.  That’s how deep the hole I’ve been in since November is.

That’s not the point, though.  Let’s say Sessions and DeVos both get voted down somehow.  It’s at least conceivable, right?

Their replacements, the way things have been going, will be David Duke and Michelle Rhee.  Neither will be an improvement.  That’s not how Republicans do things.  Whoever they replace Sessions and DeVos with (and Rhee is very likely going to be the actual choice) will be worse than they would.  And we won’t manage to fight off two in a row.  It won’t happen.

I’ve been saying “I need to shake myself out of this” for nearly three months now.   Probably about time for that to actually happen.