Ho hum. Snooze snooze. The House will impeach. The Senate will acquit. Lots of people will yell at lots of other people. A tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. I shall go back to sleep.
I misplaced my crystal ball, so I don’t know what is going to happen. A reasoned guess is that the Senate trial will not be a snoozer in any sense of the word.
The articles of impeachment will focus on Ukraine, but will be carefully crafted to allow for introduction of newly discovered evidence. (And, in case you wondered, ladies and germs, preparing articles of impeachment featuring a narrow focus combined with broad language is an exercise in legal draftspersonship of childish ease, to anyone who knows what she is doing. It is the work of a morning, with time off for tea at eleven.)
So, what might unfold between now and January?
The House Intelligence Committee is still investigating. Who knows what new witnesses they will find between now and the Senate trial? What new documents they will uncover?
Rudy, meanwhile, has been in Ukraine again, and is apparently prepared to pull some kind of a Ukrainian rabbit out of a Ukrainian hat. That should be fun.
And forget not the possibility of a bolt from Bolton.
Plus, here are some real head-scratchers. Will Trump even have a lead defense counsel? Who the hell will it be? And what the hell will he or she say in Trump’s defense? (See prior post on Knots.)
And we are surely going to see us some Republican senators acting like a cat on a hot tin roof.
We will probably wait in vain for a moment of repentance—a scene that would look something like the end of a Perry Mason trial and Saint Paul falling down on the road to Damascus.
But I think we may pleasurably anticipate a whole lot ‘o squirmin’ by empty-suited Republicans. (Couldn’t happen to a nicer bunch of guys.)
Do, please, lay in an ample supply of popcorn and beer.