On Wednesday, September 5th, 2017, Donald Trump rescinded DACA, the 2012 executive order on Deferred Action for Child Arrivals, a program intended to grant stability and protections for individuals who were brought into the US illegally by their parents while they were minors, with no conscious intention of breaking the law.
At first glance, this may seem a catchall title, but as always, there is method in my madness. Friday, August 25, 2017 is the linkage between Hurricane Harvey, which made landfall that night, and Sheriff Joe Arpaio, who received his presidential pardon within minutes of that event, and what binds them is Donald Trump, now facing the first national disaster not of his own making.
It was one of those moments that grab global attention in unforgettable ways. Like the assassination of JFK, the moon landing or the 9/11 attacks, everyone remembers where they were when they heard that Diana, Princess of Wales was no more.
Poor Donald Trump! He just can’t seem to get a break. At least, not while his celestial referent, asteroid Troemper, is going through such difficult peregrinations.
It was the wedding of the decade, if not the century. Lady Diana Spencer, resplendent in yards upon yards of taffeta and lace, complete with huge puffy sleeves and a train 25 feet long, paced down the aisle of St Paul’s Cathedral to marry her Prince Charming, while the world watched.
For those of us of a certain age, it’s hard to believe that Diana, Princess of Wales will be gone twenty years come August 31st.
