“History will remember those willing to speak truth to power. Yes, I called for Trump’s impeachment early. This is our country. Our foremothers and forefathers shed their blood to defend this democracy. I refuse to have it undermined. I wholeheartedly support this resolution and am proud in the final analysis justice will have served in America and Donald Trump will have been impeached.” –Representative Maxine Waters
Since I write a food blog about politics, and our sitting president was impeached yesterday evening, I’m guessing it’d be pretty weird if I didn’t write about that. So here’s my take.
I followed the floor debate via Twitter and online news sites all day, but didn’t actually turn on the television until Mr. Wallace got home, I’d say around 6:30ish? We watched and we waited. And waited and waited for the damn vote. Those floor speeches were interminable SHUT UP HOYER and surely now they’re taking the vote OH MY GOD NOW KEVIN MCCARTHY IS BLATHERING I should have muted that part FUCKING HELL SCHIFF YOU BETTER TALK FAST but in the end, yes we watched the vote go down. Mr. Wallace noted how anticlimactic it felt, how what he was mostly thinking was how this should have taken place at least a year ago. That’s very true.
While not disagreeing per se, I kept thinking back to the Clinton impeachment. I realized that it’s really only Boomers and GenXers who, to this point, have lived through two presidential impeachments that occurred during life phases where they were old enough and young enough to be completely knowledgeable and cognizant of the whole shebang. The (so-called, snort) Greatest Generation has mostly died off before Trump’s impeachment, and most Millenials, while certainly alive for Clinton’s, were young enough to credit it with teaching them what a blow job is. Even the youngest GenXers, uh, already knew.
Last night I was reminded of a conversation with my father shortly after Clinton’s impeachment. For context, know that there are no words for how much my dad loathed Bill Clinton, and enthusiastically supported impeaching him. I remember asking him why he was so happy when there was pretty much no chance the Senate would remove him. He replied that while ideally he’d like to see Clinton removed, the House impeachment was still a good thing. Why? Because it’s a mark, a humiliating stain, now an irrefutable fact and piece of history. Clinton was impeached. It’s now just a fact that no one can dispute. It will be printed in his obituary, it will follow him around like a scarlet letter for the rest of his post-presidency life. This is significant, my dad insisted, even if the Senate chooses to acquit.
With two decades of hindsight in the rearview mirror, I think he was correct. Bill Clinton has had an okay life since leaving the White House, it’s not like impeachment left him homeless or anything, but it would be foolish to assert it hasn’t tarred his legacy and memory. Clinton has all but been sidelined by the modern Democratic Party. Millenials and those younger think he’s disgusting, no one wants him campaigning for them anymore, his endorsement is seen as the kiss of death, and he’s really shown his ass and true colors by his smug fluster anytime a reporter asks him about preying on Monica Lewinsky and other women. He was one of the most popular presidents America ever had in real time, but his legacy will likely be one of retrograde toxicity. That impeachment vote, while considered controversial in 1998, looks pretty damn appropriate in hindsight.
The same is true of Trump. We don’t know how the immediate aftermath will play out, but the Clinton impeachment makes me think it doesn’t matter much. Trump is incompetent, cruel, immoral, compromised, and the picture of corruption. He deserves that stain for history to always remember. We deserve to know, for generations to come, that America was (finally) willing to put a black mark by his name and not stand for that shit.
Trump was impeached.
That is an indisputable fact for all time now.
Salted Butterscotch Walnut Fudge
- 5 cups granulated sugar
- 1 cup unsalted butter
- 12 oz evaporated milk
- 2 7 oz jars marshmallow creme (aka marshmallow fluff)
- 1 tsp vanilla extract
- 2 11 oz packages butterscotch morsels
- 1 ½ cups chopped toasted walnuts, divided
- 2 tsp kosher salt
- Line a 9x13-inch baking pan with aluminum foil. Let the foil extend over the short edges of the pan by about 2 inches. This will enable you to lift the fudge out of the pan without hassle.
- In a large stockpot, bring sugar, butter, and evaporated milk to a boil over medium heat, stirring constantly, until a candy thermometer reads 234℉. Remove from heat.
- Stir in marshmallow creme and vanilla until well combined. Quickly add the butterscotch chips and stir until smooth (or mostly smooth - I’ve found no one notices a *few* chunks). Add 1 cup walnuts, stirring to combine. Pour into prepared pan.
- Top the fudge with the remaining ½ cup walnuts, lightly pressing them into the fudge so they don’t fall off when it sets up. Sprinkle even with the salt.
- Let cool at room temperature for at least 4 hours.
- To serve, use the foil as handles and lift the fudge from the pan onto a cutting board. Use a sharp chef’s knife to cut into 2-inch pieces. Store in an airtight container for up to 5 days.