Why Is It “Bombshell” Congressional Testimony Always Blows Up in the Faces of Those Who Call the Witness?

If you want to bet your life on a sure thing, put your money on “bombshell” testimony before a Congressional committee blowing up in the faces of the bloviating legislators who call the witness. Think Ollie North. Any of the Dan Burton hearings on Bill Clinton. And think Robert Mueller.

On the old show You Bet Your Life, Groucho Marx would ask a particularly hapless contestant “who’s buried in Grant’s Tomb?” so they would at least get one question right. Nobody asked Mueller that question today. Probably because no one was quite sure whether he could answer it correctly.

Mueller stumbled through his testimony like an extra in Walking Dead. It was beyond embarrassing, and left no doubt that he was the Special Counsel In Name Only, aka the Titular Head of the Office of Special Counsel.

Astoundingly, he claimed no knowledge of Christopher Steele or Fusion GPS. Beyond his purview, you see.

Cue Sergeant Schultz.

Meaning that Andrew Weissman or some other equally loathsome lawyer was the real driving force here.

It was sickly amusing that at the 11th hour Mueller aide Aaron Zebley was allowed to participate in the hearing. It was sickly ironic that in a hearing that focused on obstruction of justice involved a lawyer who represented one of Hillary’s aides who smashed her Blackberry to bits with a hammer.

The entire thing never even rose to the level of farce. In so doing, it demonstrated the outrageousness of the entire Mueller investigation–pardon, I mean, Weissman investigation. It never should have happened and everyone involved with it should do penance for a thousand lifetimes.

But you know they never will, which is a telling commentary on the sad state of the American republic.