While I do try to keep up on politics, I have not followed any of the House impeachment hearings. Obviously, I haven’t written about them either. At home I have a shelf of classic children’s stories that explains my nonchalance.
The Little Engine That Could tells the story of a train loaded with fruits and vegetables, toys and books that cannot make it up a steep mountain incline. Forced to stop, it pleads with other locomotives passing by for help so that the children on the other side of the mountain will have what they need. Along comes an arrogant train, a down-in-the-mouth train and others who refuse the small train’s supplications. Finally, a small engine comes along and is moved by the plight of the toy clowns and stuffed dolls. Repeating the mantra, “I think I can, I think I can, I think I can,” the engine’s dedication and devotion to the task at hand allow it, despite its small stature, to pull the train over the mountain.
As praiseworthy as the train might be, and as much as I may have read the story countless times in the hopes of teaching the importance of persistence to my children, people can be dedicated and devoted to wrong causes as well. Since election night 2016, many Democrats have remained single-minded in their resolution to get rid of President Trump by means other than electoral. The facts, the truth, precedents and reality have little to do with their constant impeachment mantra, “We think we can, we think we can, we think we can.”