The Impeachment Song Of J. Donald Trump

I was snoozing on the couch when it happened. I was dreaming about the vote, and halfway through it I woke and found myself watching the official count and its tally. I had gone to sleep to Morning Joe, having forgotten that Jerry Nadler, chair of the House Judiciary Committee, scheduled the vote for 10AM.

President Trump will soon have an asterisk in the history books next to his name as having been impeached for obstructing Congress and abuse of power. He will be the third executive in American history to be noted thusly.

I am happy it’s finally here, but remain rather underwhelmed. Donald Trump is getting away scot-free for several, if not many crimes which had already been limned out in the Mueller report. My hope was that the Democrats did the GOP like they did Benghaaaazi except it’d be real and drag the shitshow, with its endless fount of malfeasance to work with, all the way out to November where no one but the truly crazed will pull a lever for that rat bastard. It’s not like they’d have to do a whole lot of legwork, because the GOP, to include Trump, is very bad at criming. We could have gotten that slimy cocksucker and his cheerleaders to resign. There’s no reason why we couldn’t have invoked contempt and start fining and jailing people until they testified once we dislodged the OLC “protections” through a court order.

Or was there? I am not wise enough to know.

That said, they’ve been very good at circling the wagons so far to protect everyone who crimed, and there’s always the possibility that Bill Barr and McConnell have aborted Democratic efforts to convict. Absent the House, Trump and his cronies can bury their shenanigans, and to that point he will not be removed and the worst that can happen is that all we have done is played a safe hand that will win us little. This is the party over principle crew, and if you are still a fan, you’re pretty fucked up in the head and you need to go to church and ask Jesus for forgiveness and watch something besides Fox. Not that that will unfuck you, since you’ve been conditioned to hate the news in general.

Yet, I refuse to believe that the Democrats brought us this far to check a box while Trump can skate away from charges stemming from the testimonies of experts and corroborators whom the public is unfortunately only vaguely familiar with. I want to believe that we’re going to gobsmack the GOP with our surgical articles so completely that to acquit would mean the end of their careers at the very least, and perhaps the beginning of new investigations at best.

This feels rushed, but maybe that’s simply because we have what we need. Time will tell. I’m hearing rumblings that Chief Roberts is going to have a bone to pick with McConnell and senators who have already signaled that they will be flipping off this trial without looking at the evidence, so there’s that in the mix too.

I don’t know if we are in the middle game or the end. Your guess is good or better than mine. They got Al Capone on tax evasion; perhaps airtight but simple articles will bring the criminal in the White House to his knees as well.

About The Head Seminarian

I went to war, I went to father, I came, I saw, and it is a mess. I wouldn't have it any other way. Shitty people amuse me, people who act like human volcanoes fascinate me like fine art. Life is beautiful, and it is under attack in a manner heretofore unseen in history. I might be writing a blog. Yes, that's all I am doing, now that I think about it. Even I forget sometimes, so we're cool.

Posted on December 13, 2019, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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