Relative Something

Cyndie and I have been watching the 4th season of “The Lincoln Lawyer” on Netflix, and the back-and-forth courtroom scenes influenced my dreams last night. The current level of lawlessness, in terms of the lack of consequences for millions of documents of evidence in the Epstein/Trump sex trafficking, or the crazy behavior by the U.S. Attorney General in the hearing before the House Judiciary Committee, impacts my perspective of the scenes in the fictional court case.

The show depicts the Prosecution as trying to pin a murder on the main character, himself a well-known defense lawyer. The drama of the show involves him trying to figure out who committed the murder while simultaneously defending himself in court against the evidence framing him.

It’s like a game, but the Lincoln Lawyer tersely points out that it’s no game, it’s his life. Meanwhile, he works it like a game, setting traps to reveal misconduct on the part of the Sheriff’s department, police, and detectives.

In my dream, I was moved to recognize that all the outrage being fomented by the current Administration serves as a ruse to avert our attention from the rest of their global crimes underway. That insight doesn’t solve anything except to alter the level of emotion I want to give to the tidal wave of horrific evidence being painfully trickled out.

It’s already so horrendously offensive that I don’t need to hear any more. My attention is better spent on helping and healing wherever I can contribute. I can only hope that someone with the power to enforce the law is upholding their oath and working behind the scenes to eventually turn the tide toward making things right.

The light of day is really obvious this morning on the ranch. I wish blatant malfeasance were as equally recognizable to the general public.

That seems like a dream, imagining a time when wrongdoing is punished and virtue rewarded. A world where the Olympic Games are held without concern that rules are being violated.

Nobody said life was going to be easy. I am going to go out and hug the horses. It’s another sunny, melty day in February. Valentine’s Day, in fact.

Send out some extra love to all who are striving to do the right thing to uphold rules and enforce our Constitution in 2026. Supernatural support is desperately needed.

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