The National Archives building on Pennsylvania Avenue is a sturdy piece of Greek revival architecture. Although the structure looks like it’s been here for hundreds of years, the building was erected in 1935 in the morass of the Great Depression.
One of the prizes the National Archives possesses that any American can view is the Bill of Rights.
The First Amendment to the Constitution of the United States is the lede. The Founding Fathers thought freedom of speech and freedom of religion were so important that they made it No. 1.
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On a balmy fall Sunday afternoon, hundreds were lined up to catch a glimpse of the precious document. The room that houses the Constitution is cathedral-like and quiet.
The paper it is written on is pale and fragile; the 225-year-old ink itself renders the crow quill lettering virtually unreadable. I could hardly make it out.
Fortunately, it’s etched in the mind of the nation itself.
Except for one mind. The mind of Donald Trump.
While average Americans wait in line to even see it, Trump seems to view it as no more important than a washroom paper towel, disposable and recyclable.
This scary clown will almost certainly lose on Nov. 8, because there are still enough citizens who value their freedom to say, write and read what they want.
Trump, of course, sees freedom of expression as an inconvenience, save his own. Of course, this charlatan has the right to say the grimy, rotten things that he says because he, too, is protected by that rapidly fading ink on the Bill of Rights.
He calls for television networks to close, roots for major newspapers to fail, imitates disabled reporters. His people shove journalists and his supporters scream at them as they enter and exit whatever sad venue in which he appears.
What’s Trump’s motive? Well, in the Breitbart/Trump universe, where spectacular lying is a blood sport, he may make some money on the deal.
His collapsing campaign grasps at the last television lights and articles that will be written about him as an active presidential candidate, knowing that he is planning something that can capitalize on the national trauma he has inflicted.
After all, Trump is all about making a buck. If he has to endanger the freedom of the press in the process, so be it. The art of the deal, right?
Just off the Capitol Mall is the Newseum, where citizens can explore how the press works and why it’s so important.
A wall of photographs, hundreds of them, show the faces of the journalists who have died covering stories so that people like you can read them.
The crumpled top of the World Trade Center communication antenna is there, from which, presumably, many stories about Trump were broadcast.
So many silly, stupid stories about Trump over the years that he became the GOP nominee.
You haven’t heard him talking about how rigged the media was in his favor so that a narcissistic sociopath like him could seize power in the Republican Party.
When Trump loses, he could swing by the National Archives. My guess is that he’s never been there, just like he had never been to the 9/11 memorial until this year.
He should check out the Constitution he so inarticulately bawls about. The one he says has 12 articles (seven, actually).
You see, right above his beloved Second Amendment, he’ll see the really important one.
The first one.
The one he hates.