This morning, Jennifer Rubin laments to loss of dignity and honor among Republican men.  You know those guys – Cruz, Rubio, Graham, and the other pathetic men who know for a fact that they would have had a conniption fit if Barack Obama had pulled any emergency powers stunt like Trump, but they are too scared to say anything.

After all, a Trump scorned calls people names. It’s easier not to be called names than to stand up to man who favors dictators over Americans.

Rubin writes —

Unfortunately, if they are remembered at all, it will be for their docility in the face of an authoritarian president and for their willingness to disregard their oaths for the security of another term or a gig on Fox News after retirement or a cheesy award from some right-wing group. These are cheap dates and small men.

Which brings me to why I am afraid of impeachment. Do we really want the smallest man of them all – Mike Pence – stepping into that slot with all the power he would inherit from Trump coupled with his religious fervor?

And I am especially grateful that my Party has people with guts, and that merrily, many of them standing toward the front are young women of color.  No cheap dates or small anything among them.