Impeach the bastard was the battle cry of the “resistance,” and by gosh by golly, task completed. Well, close to completion.
Betwixt Jack Sprat, who could eat no fat and his wife who could eat no lean, so betwixt the two, they licked the platter clean in other words; a deliberate, coordinated effort served a specific purpose. Unlike the convoluted often contrarian physics of Nancy Pelosi politics wherein down could very well mean up, and yes or no is best defined as perhaps.
Exampled by what was once extremely imperative: A few days ago, “Donald Trump is so dangerous to the 2020 election and national security, there is no time to contest (though the courts) executive privilege” now however after contemplation (the newest thinking) is to set aside the confidence of yesterdays imperative for uncertainty.
Imagine the Democratic strategy, hold up the impeachment documents to the Senate until Mitch McConnell submits to the operating demands of the House of Representatives. I suppose Nancy knows that hell is about to freeze. Why else would she step in front of the firing line?
In the meantime, President Trump racks up one win after another; surely, the Democrats will concoct some charge, an indictment of some grievance, indeed, the tried and untrue accusations of racist, bigot, and the tyrant resides in the White House is a genuine probability.
All that truly matters is the reelection of Donald J. Trump as president…