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A Love Song To Robert Mueller

‘Justice’ is Merriam-Webster’s word of the year.

“… the maintenance or administration of what is just especially by the impartial adjustment of conflicting claims or the assignment of merited rewards or punishments.”

Merriam Webster definition of ‘Justice’

Mueller, arriving in a starched white shirt, brings competence and order to an otherwise lawless house party. The kids are sprawled all over the living room, littered among the kegs and stewing in their juvenile abandon. Full to the gills with everything they wanted … and all alone. Time to get your act together, crawl home if you’re not there already. Facts are stubborn things and so is that stain on the Queen Anne sofa. Face the music and still the spinning room. If there’s any beauty in a mistake, we painted a masterpiece.

But the adults are home now. And hell to pay. There’s either personal responsibility or there isn’t and those who don’t know are about to find out.

You can read another prayer to Him here.

Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question …
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.
The Love Song Of J Alfred Prufrock, TS Eliot