Friday, June 9, 2017

Congenial-speak #27

Check-mate


He did not tweet during the testimony. He let his lawyer retort as Comey outlined his odd behavior. The POTUS asked for loyalty from a man with a ten year term, too long in dogged terms to be peeking from scarves, from blindfolds to see how the job is done. June 8, 2017 the fourth POTUS to head for impeachment squirmed in his WH bunker. I picture Bannon and Prebis tossing Trump's phone in a game of keep-away. In the oval office it sails over his head, past the grandfather clock by the door which is actually an often mistaken Mike Pence. The VP does not intervene, likely thinking Trump's job soon will be his.

I visited the nation's capitol once. My take-away was that the closer one gets to the seat of government the less efficient things are, the more waiting time there will be for anything; to go to the theater, to get in the zoo, to. . . get rid of a POTUS. Unlike Nixon who agonized over how to best cover up Watergate, and then to cover up the attempts to cover up, all the while being crucified for grandstanding on a war, Trump took another approach. He simply let the cards fall as they pleased—his House of Cards—around his in Trump world. He admitted his motives (see Lester Holt) freely with not much of a pretense.

The rookie

Paul Ryan looks smarter than that. I always saw him valiantly striving for that coveted inclusion as an “adult in the room” in Liealot. So after the hearings he rushes to his boss's defense, claiming he was just new to D.C. and did not fully understand spacial relationships. Is this for real? The man is the president. To preside over anything implies a fundamental under standing of its workings, at the very least. Is the Speaker of the House really asking this tribunal to cut a NY businessman, who rose to the presidency of America by celebrity status, some slack. He wants everyone to ease off on the new guy who happens to have the awesome responsibility of placing thousands in life or death situations? I'd expect as much from that young robotic Hitler youth type Miller.

Hope for a slippery slope

The Chinese checker game just morphed. It became the chess game most presidents begin playing. I think yesterday was the check-mate move. All the king's horses, all his rooks and bishops are gone. His queen, Speaker Ryan, I'd say blew his credibility yesterday with the pathetic aforementioned defense. In a mixed metaphor, Trump dared to play ball in the biggest league of all with no bat. My hope is that the prosecution will be cumulative, that it will once again be “all the president's men” and Pence, Ryan, Bannon, Flynn—any one who conspired to aid in the culmination of obstruction of justice (or their own high crimes or misdemeanors) will crash and burn. I figure, at the rate molasses flows in D.C., a verdict will be reached around holiday time. Seeing all involved go to jail would be the best gift America ever received.

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