Neither the president nor the pope works the street as firefighters do.
Yet, the president calls a reporter an SOB, and the pope calls Catholics who abide by tradition divisive. Both men live in glass houses.
Distance from the street must account for holding humanity in contempt.
I don’t remember if I told this story. One night I was trying to move a homeless man. He argued; I didn’t. A gray-haired woman about my age and driving a gray Toyota Prius pulled alongside me, rolled down her window, and yelled, “Leave him alone. He just wants a place to sleep.”
Now, I knew she had come from the symphony or the opera because it was that time of night, and the lofty venues were just blocks away from my location, O’Farrell and Van Ness. Before I could respond, she rolled up her window and drove away. If given the chance, I would have said, “You are right. He just needs a place to stay for the night. Do you want to take him home?”
It was at the same location on another night not long after the encounter I described above that I watched a man beat a new Mini Cooper to death. The assistant DA ordered me to appear in court at 9am, and it was my day off. The defendant had pled out, and I received an apology from the somewhat sympathetic lady DA for showing up and being excused at three minutes past 9.
Nothing uncommon for people, working.
It is becoming obvious that the president is working-disabled, drifting along river currents.