The Dims are throwing a hissy fit with the failure of the Mueller witch hunt to find a crime so now they’re trying to say Trump obstructed justice. Speaker Blinky is losing control of the House and it’s looking more and more like the Dims aided by a few RINOs may try to impeach Trump. Ron has further thoughts on that. Here they are.
I just don’t get it. Impeachment. Just can’t see why the constant demand for it from rabid Dems, and now even some Republicans. Old phrase “Qui bono?” keeps comin to mind – who benefits from it?
I mean . . . I know the word’s meaning – questioning the validity or the integrity of an official, and many resisteros consider DJT’s election somehow suspicious (though zero evidence has been produced to support that claim).
The more generalized charge would be misconduct while in office, but other than his calling liars liars and conspirators conspirators and obstructionists obstructionists, the remotest chance of such a charge sticking is that he simply doesn’t do things the way they want them done.
In England the meaning of the word is slightly different, tending toward charges of crimes against the state, actual crimes, such as plotting or colluding with a foreign power to cause harm to the nation’s integrity or standing.
But try as I can, I’ve failed to find any substantial crime or misdemeanor other than being “nontraditional” to charge Trump with for the purpose of beginning the process of removing him from office, which has about as much chance of happening as my 3rd set of teeth emerging any time soon.
IMO, officially bringing charges against DJT for the purpose of impeachment by the House and eventual conviction in the Senate would be frivolous, doomed to failure, and create sympathy for him as a victim where none existed before. It would tag the Dems pushing for impeachment as persecutors, not patriots . . . bullies, not buddies . . . pezzonovanti, not poo-bahs.
It’s nothing but an undisguised raw grab for power based on the left’s refusal to accept that they lost a rigged election. Spite. Nothin more. Childish, piggish, peevish, sulky, envious abuse of authority because they didn’t get their way. Hell, the guy who SHOULDA been impeached was Soetoro, a post turtle of the worst kind.
Just can’t see how we’d be better off as a nation . . . Safer? Richer? Stronger? . . . if he were ousted from office. And if he is, I’m not confident Pence could lead water downhill. He’s even less inspiring than Dan Quayle was. In fact, if anything, he prob’ly looks like an ANTI-impeachment insurance policy to the hard left.
What the guy did was fail to conform to the stereotypical, corrupt, political posturer and empty-suit syndrome most high-office seekers ultimately morph into. He refused to sugar coat horse manure and counterpunched meaningfully when verbally attacked. And what’s worse, he hurt people’s feelings by telling the truth on ‘em, and had the effrontery to not only directly insult, but decisively beat, an alcoholic career failure despite the fact that she was reportedly female.
Nope. Just don’t get it. NObody would profit from an impeachment effort in the House, except DJT himself in a classic case of reverse psychology. And the rest of the world would be even MORE cautious in dealing with our government over terrorism, trade imbalances, tariffs, mass migrations, health issues, and petty dictators in failed socialist countries.
Besides, just as with Islam, all the lefties have to do is wait – the pendulum will swing back a la izquierda in just a few years anyway and they can return to their regularly scheduled program of eating the rich, taxing the middle class into oblivion, demoralizing the military, inventing more genders, mangling more personal pronouns, frightening more little girls in public restrooms, returning to horse-and-carriage technology, and banishing white-haired white males from the planet.
All I know fer shure is that we are always just one ginormous high-altitude EM pulse away from the same conditions which gave rise to Muhammad’s hash-induced wet dream. And if you listen closely, you can hear a tinkling sound – bink-bink-bink – as snowflakes, socialists, atheists, and assholes chip away at the base of the green lady on Liberty Island, the cornerstone of the National Archives, the pedestals on which Jefferson’s and Washington’s statues stand, and Independence Hall.
DJT is only a temporary delay in the inexorable march toward socialist oblivion – SpeedBumpTrump, the Alley-Oop of Murkan prezidunts, a throwback, as out of place in D.C. as Antabuse in Hillary’s medicine cabinet or Nancy’s transcontinental flights.
His administration is like an old wooden kitchen match, burning slowly . . . steadily . . . evenly . . . until just before it reaches the end of the stick, when it suddenly flares, hot and bright, then dies ignominiously, burnt-out and useless, and is tossed into the trash can with the old coffee grounds, eggshells, and folded-up Pampers.