The sun broke sharply through the windows this morning, both here and in D.C.,
It’s an oily mix of lies and misdirection and venality as usual, of course.
Most recent are the phony impeachment papers drawn up against Deputy Attorney General Rod Rosenstein, as the regime operatives continue to eat their own in a frantic battle to distract from their distractions. The authors of this mostly baseless pack of lies are none other than North Carolina’s own Mark Meadows and Ohio’s Jim Jordan.
Meadows, you’ll recall, was first elected to office following the illegal gerrymandering of his district. He has distinguished himself in a variety of ways – he signed the contract from Hell, the so-called Contract with America, and was an important figure in the disastrous government shutdown of 2013. He voted against relief for Hurricane Sandy, prefiguring his hatred of all things good and kind. His former Chief of Staff Kenny West resigned after being MeToo-ed, but in a rare display of generosity Meadows continued to pay West after he left office, to the tune of $58,000. The oxymoronic Office of Congressional Ethics found this to be a violation of House Rules, and . . . crickets. His shining accomplishment (?) was driving John Boehner to resign, paving the way for noted Libertarian and cowardly lyin’ Paul Ryan.
Jordan, on the other hand, should probably keep his head down and hide out in his coffin, but he’s not known for his good sense. What he is known for, lately, is that he’s the former wrestling coach from Ohio State who is accused (by several of his own student wrestlers) of knowing about sexual abuse committed by the team doctor, doing nothing to stop it, and now refusing to acknowledge it. Instead he has doubled down, claiming that these sexual abuse allegations are some “deep state” conspiracy to distract from his investigation of Rosenstein. Riiight.
Which brings us to the famous Devin Nunes memo alleging misconduct by the FBI (and, by extension, Rosenstein) for misleading the FISA Court in their applications for warrants against Carter Page. Page is a former foreign-policy advisor to President What’s-His-Name. Page’s notable qualifications include consultant to the petroleum industry and alleged Russian butt-boy. As it turns out, the FISA Court stood up for themselves by releasing un-redacted copies of the warrant applications to members of Congress, and a (highly redacted) version to the press. In a stunning turn of events, another North Carolina Congressman – Richard Burr – went on CNN to stand behind the FBI, saying there were “sound reasons” to issue the FISA warrants. I cannot imagine what makes What’s-His-Name angrier: that Burr is not supporting the false narrative, or that Burr went on CNN.
So, the FISA warrants are demonstrably correct and thorough, and establish probable cause to believe that Carter Page was an operative for Putin. Everyone now knows that except Devin Nunes, who “hasn’t read them yet.” What to do? Impeach Rosenstein, of course.
Fortunately, that train isn’t even going to leave the station. Too soon, guys – too soon. The sun is shining and we can see all around, the birds singing and flowers blooming and light descends into the dark recesses of the Congressional cesspool. You need to wait a little, until summer turns to fall, and the sky blackens, and death is all around. Late September, maybe. Things should reach a fever pitch by then.
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