My Republican precinct chair – who lives nearly across the street from me – gave it up last night as I was taking out the garbage. To begin with, he is not a pleasant man. Every time a Democrat wins, he sneers at me the next day, “I hope you’re happy.” Why yes, I am. Thank you for noticing.
Last night he made a special trip outside. He was wound up tighter than kite string. “How can you claim Donald Jr knew he was meeting with Russians? Plus, you guys are always looking for dirt on your opponents so how can you say this is wrong?”
Bless his heart. I have never seen a man who needed to be right all the damn time as much as this guy. Oh wait, I have. That would be every other Republican male.
So I responded. Remember back in 2000 when the Gore campaign received an anonymous “gift” of George W Bush’s debate prep notebook and a video of him during debate practice? Without even reading past the first page, they called the FBI because they knew the material was stolen. They knew that was the right thing to do. They were honorable people.
He listened and then proudly responded, “Yeah, and Gore lost.” You know he wanted to say nanny-nanny-boo-boo but I think he couldn’t remember the order of the nannies and the boos.
I smiled and said, “So conspiring with an enemy of America to win an election is okay?” He rolled his garbage can right into the ditch. “They did not conspire. They did not conspire. You cannot prove they conspired.”
Oh, I think that train’s already left the station and it’s headed 60 miles per hour right into the brick wall of justice.
Bless his heart, he’s really scared that I’m going to laugh at him when Trump goes down. Well, I will.