PJ media blogger Roger Simon recently published a post regarding the Russia Collusion Hoax Scam in which he predicts Apocalyptical Retribution to rain down upon the heads of Those Responsible.
Now about Hunter, who was a friend back in the seventies when we were both published by Rolling Stone’s Straight Arrow Books. Wasn’t Dr. Thompson’s primary target always Richard M. Nixon? Indeed.
But I have been thinking for a while now there is only one person in today’s politics who, to me, completely and unequivocally resembles Richard Nixon and his name is Adam Schiff. (Okay, it’s not entirely fair to Nixon. Schiff isn’t as smart. But you get my point.)
Mr. Simon’s post is filled with sufficient snark and a longing for Justice Meted Out. It is a short read and worth the click.
But as a long time fan of The Late Doctor it occurred to me that if there was one thing The Gonzo King was not it was naive.
I believe any hope for the application of consequences to Brennan, Comey, Mueller, Schiff and The Rest is a false hope: there is a caste Above It All for whom The Rules do not apply. (Laws, as some slimy elitist hag once so aptly observed, are for the little people.)
Alas Mr. SImon believes some kind of Karmic Retribution awaits The Kollusion Krew.
It does not.
They will slither off into The Land of Zero Consequences and The Memory Hole will take care of the rest.
Our Betters in practicing the fine art of escaping consequences do not solely inhabit The Swamp in Washington but also have residence in a myriad of unknown (but not unknowable) places: they are another group of Those For Whom The Law Does Not Apply and can be seen crossing the southern border with impunity before scattering into the growing Illegal Immigration Diaspora or achieving national acclaim and gaining higher office despite committing bigamist tax fraud and marrying a sibling to game the Green Card system.
For those of us who have been paying attention, the “shocking” Hands Up, Here’s Publicly Paid Health Insurance pledge to The Illegals by The 20 Donks last Thursday night was just a typical yawner.
We Deplorables are lower barnyard creatures and seeing yet another higher caste of equals feted and fawned upon is nothing new.
Not liking something doesn’t make it any less true.
Still, as the twenty-teens lurch and stumble to a close, a glimmer of Desperate Hope seems a tad more preferable to No Hope At All.
But not by much…