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Obama’s minions gave us the IRS scandal, Fast and Furious, the Benghazi cover-up, the Iran deal, the NSA unmasking, the surveillance of the adversarial press and now, as we know, FISA abuse and the arrogant, clandestine, likely illegal, investigation of a political opponent.
Minions within the federal bureaucracy are used to taking their cues from leadership, eager to please, to push past their shared agenda while a complaint press provides cover. Sondland and his cronies naturally assumed that the aid promised Ukraine would be used as leverage. It was a perfect storm of opportunity; corruption was a given; the aid was held up; a quid pro quo could easily be accomplished while providing the comfort of the usual cloak of deniable plausibility.
Except that these were not Trump’s minions and that cloak is not designed for Republicans. They were anti-Trump minions. They were part of the resistance meant to thwart all things Trump. And when they recognized the cues, the bureaucratic winks as opportunity met circumstance, they assumed that the end goal was to drub Biden, their great white hope, from the 2020 race and they panicked. This Hunter Biden thing looked really bad and the more you stared at it the more it grew, beyond Ukraine, beyond Burisma, to China, to Romania, to crack cocaine, strip clubs, and baby mamas.
Out of their panic came the whistleblower, the Schiff show, and now the articles of impeachment. Lacking any crime or wrongdoing, Trump is charged with process violations – dubious charges of obstruction of Congress and abuse of power. The original edifice of the inquiry, the presumption of demands that the Bidens be investigated by the Ukraine government, is cast aside to be buried next to the DNC server, Weiner’s laptop, and Jimmy Hoffa in some faraway marshland.
There is a name for these kinds of political standoffs, where one side accuses the other of refusing to accept its authority, judgment and sentence predicated on an otiose claim of superior moral imperative. The only thing that comes of it is soiled shoes.
And don’t tell me it’s raining.