Unsolicited Predictions on The Report
At 0656 the morning of…
One, while we can already be certain of Barr’s bias towards preconceived notions of criminality based on executive station, there will be no doubt that he works in service not to a country but in subservience to a person (who appointed him) if he delivers his 0930 spin session while standing next to a table teeming with paper. (However, barring (pun slightly not intended) paragraphs upon paragraphs of “complete and total exoneration,” the Malignancy will find something about which to rage against his appointee.)
(Update 0955: he didn’t need the teeming stack of paper.)
Two, The Report – or what little isn’t redacted – will change little, if anything, about the current state of affairs; opinion and spin will rule the day over the rule of law and a bias towards sanity; the entrenched will remain entrenched, Mueller will be a hero, Mueller will be a villain, and the reality show clusterfuck narrative of cruelty and fear will snowball on.
Three, part of that spin will be the continued argument that the campaign was too green and filled with morons to coordinate with anyone. Stupidity will be the primary defense against any and all transgressions and, given the pedigree of the players, this is not an argument without merit. The question remains, however, of how provably willful and/or designed that particular case of ignorance and stupidity was and continues to be.
Four, the only way the Malignancy leaves office before he can transform the third decade of this century into the same oxygen-deprived cesspit that he has this one remains via electoral wipeout, a complete and total repudiation, and, no matter what The Report reveals (or is spun to reveal or not to reveal), it is incumbent upon us, just as it has been since that awful night in November, to save ourselves. And the first way to do that is by never assuming that we will win – because, like it or not, there’s a hefty chance that he will be reelected.
Of course, there’s an equally hefty chance that I’m wrong on every single one of these, in which case, I’ll happily ignore myself.
