The Dems know they’re losing the impeachment battle. I wasn’t sure of that before, but now I am, because we’re witnessing the metamorphosis of their attack.
Has there ever been such a brilliant sobriquet for the entrenched bureaucrats of the deep state as “The Swamp”? Cuz you see, the river god, Proteus, from which we get “protean”, had the following MO: he could change form with dizzying rapidity, transforming in the very grip of his adversary from, say, a man, to a slippery, writhing eel! That often achieved his goal of escaping the mortal who had grabbed him. Which people kept on trying to do, because, if the adversary held on until daybreak despite the unnerving and rapid transformations, Proteus had to “prophesy”, meaning he had to surrender some boon or some important piece of information to his dogged adversary. Something TRUE. They’d hang out by bodies of water, rivers, streams, even marshes (swamps) at night, waiting for him to emerge, they’d brave the awful struggle, fight with a god! just so they could get this precious nugget of infallible wisdom.
Yesterday the Dems’ allies in the media began the metamorphosis. They’re readying us for the idea that Trump must be removed from office because of mental incapacity. I saw one headline: “White House Doctor Says Trump May Have Suffered a Series of Small Strokes”. Oh my God! I was almost shocked into loosing my tenacious hold on the monster’s tail—until I read that this “White House doctor” was B. Hussein’s physician, and a prime advocate of Obamacare. He hasn’t been anywhere near Trump. And today Newsweek has a long article that an “anonymous source” (him again!) in the WH says Trump has trouble remembering things he’s said. Oh, y’mean like poor demented Slimy Jim Comey?
I’m kinda an addict, as you know O Ratty—if I’m home,I watch Trump’s rallies, every minute of his speeches. Two hours plus, all of ‘em. Sharp,!funny, as crammed with substance as the huge and diverse crowd can absorb. I don’t think the Dems would dare let Uncle Joe stand up there all alone and speak for that long. I mean, manifestly, their champion is senile, so of course, a la Goebbels and Alinsky, they accuse our guy of their guy’s vulnerabilities.
But WHY does it keep working? No sooner does the swamp creature complete its metamorphosis, than everybody forgets, as completely as if subjected to ECT, the form it assumed only moments before!
Wha!? We never avowed, over and over for two years, that we had evidence of Russian collusion! It’s Ukraine, it was always Ukraine!
And I predict, when impeachment fails, it’ll be: Wha’!? We never thought Trump was clever enough to be plotting a complicated political scheme agianst Biden! It’s dementia, it’s always been dementia!
I am…so…tired.. will daybreak ever come? Can I hold on until then, to hear the desperate swamp demiurge, which fears nothing except daylight, forced to admit the truth? Or will its next violent and fantastical transformation shake me loose? I don’t know! In the fog of this war, the dark of this night, there’s only one thing I DO know: that the adversary will continue its protean deception.