No Going Back Over The Mountain

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By Sniffles

There have been many moments in the last few years in which we cats have said to ourselves, "That's it — politically, we'll never be the same after this."

Yesterday's triggering of the Senate's nuclear option is just the latest case in point — the most recent example of a rule-slash-tradition-slash-commonsense-gesture-of-conciliation-and-cooperation that the Trumpsters have trampled on. The question is how much of it we can get back after they're mercifully gone.

But one of the developments that has most upset us is the possibility that Benedict Donald, in spite and fury, will actually close the border with Mexico. Yes, we know he's backed off, but the mere fact that he even mentioned it has sent us into paroxysms of panic.

You know when borders get closed? When the Nazis are on the march. When Maria, Captain von Trapp and the children are trying to escape Austria, and they end up having to walk over the freaking Alps to get to Switzerland. We remember watching that 50-plus years ago with horror and dread, but at the same time feeling safe in the knowledge that such a thing could never happen in our time, in our lives.

And now here it is being talked about. How much damage has Trump done to our relationship with Mexico, and will that key ally ever be able to trust us again? We cats wouldn't blame them if that was a mountain too high for them to climb, and we HISS.