On Thursday, June 30, 2022 at 6:31:50 PM UTC-4, D. Spencer Hines wrote:
> Que Paso?
Hello Mr. Hines. I hope you are well.
You mean, '¿Qué pasó?'
As in, 'Cosa è successo?,' 'Quid accidit?'
'Que paso?' Means 'What step?' As in Step 1, Step 2, and Step 3, polka, pasodoble, fandango...
I'll start with Step 1:
Me allies? I fly solo.
Step 2:
A CONSERVATIVE newspaper:
https://www.washingtonexaminer.com/opinion/editorials/trump-proven-unfit-for-power-again
Step 3. Polka, Pasodoble and Fandango:
Fancy getting out of bed, bones creaking, mustering the energy and nimbleness of fingers to go slumming down at SHM, after another death-faking, prolonged interlude... and all you have to say in complaint of American politics, the only beef, is a nugatory observation about President Carter's micromanagement?
That is such a grave crime, folks, that Mr. Hines crossed the floor and incrustated himself on the Republican bench forevermore, come what may. But May didn't come. In the end, it was more like a four years long February.
Since You-Know-Who came down the escalator, I've been wondering when Mr. Hines would recognize that the right party was getting the wrong man.
After every fear and ominous prediction about that man came true and then some, I still wondered if Mr. Hines was ever going to admit reality. I assumed he was a good honest man, at bottom, despite sharing undesirable traits with that president, like never apologizing or admitting error or admitting a change of mind even if he had one, all signs of weakness in his playbook. I believed, nevertheless, we shared a love for this country. However...
Since Mr. Hines' continues to project a sunny lack of concern for the seditious high crimes our last president committed against our republic, it means I must stand corrected.
For years, Mr. Hines defended W. and his unnecessary Iraq War. No lessons learned, overreacting to the Obama years, he invested all in a despotic orangutan for president, who makes W. look good. That's 12 years, folks. A dozen circles around the sun marching steadily through a field full of garden rakes.
After blackmailing Ukraine and subsequent impeachment; after playing down the seriousness of the pandemic, which cost an untold number of lives; after spurring a rebellion to obstruct the peaceful transition of power and subsequent impeachment; after damning public testimony of Republican officials and being laughed out of court by judges he appointed, for bringing his Big Lie to the halls of justice. AFTER ALL THAT and the rest of a frightful catalogue of malignant deeds, never mind the Christian Taliban infiltrating our Supreme Court: what actually creates for Mr. Hines vast wells of unquenchable resentment is how President Carter interfered with the booking of the White House tennis courts.
Well... Hallelujah!
This is not, folks, what may appear: that despite overripe maturity Mr. Hines remains square like a pool table and twice as green. Nor it is the vertiginous moment Aristotle called “hamartia,” or missing the mark (an archery expression). It is not Hinesian tremulous logic... This is not Mr. Hines forgetting the art of giving a shit, either. And nope, it's not even the old sententious blowhard making people laugh.
This is wormy foulness in a moment of utter fatuity. Exhibit A that the sleep of reason produces monsters.
Did you contribute as well to the fake Election Defense Fund of that oratorically incontinent little man with a big job? It's hard to put a leash on a dog when you put a crown on his head, Francisco Goya warned.
You may have served your country honorably once, but so did General Flynn, who recently took the Fifth when asked "Do you believe in the peaceful transition of power in the United States of America?"
In Like Flynn?
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