National Review lawyer guy Andrew McCarthy is not what I would call a liberal. Among other things, he is the author of Ball of Collusion: The Plot to Rig an Election and Destroy a Presidency, in which he earnestly pretends to believe that “The real collusion in the 2016 election was not between the Trump campaign and the Kremlin. It was between the Clinton campaign and the Obama administration.” Prior to that, Andy got off another zinger, with the self-explanatory title, Faithless Execution: Building the Political Case for Obama s Impeachment.
So it might come as a shock to you that, over at the NR, Andy is the “responsible one”, the one who, on occasion, actually takes out his hankie and removes some of the spittle that so often disfigures the chins and cheeks of his long-time comrades of the true faith. For example, back when Cassidy Hutchinson’s shocking (“shocking” as in “shockingly accurate”) testimony regarding the behavior of our erstwhile gangsta in chief was causing fury on the right, Andy took it on himself to explain to the guys that, no, Cassidy wasn’t lying.
Similarly, during the recent trial of right-wing say the quiet part out loud Leninist Steve Bannon for contempt of Congress, Andy bravely chose to explain to the right-wing masses baying for blood and conspiracy theories that poor Stevo was, sadly, guilty as Hell and that, even more sadly, none of the many conspiracy theories dreamed up to get him off would hold water—and that coming from a man who made a case for removing Barack Obama from the presidency for being a secret Muslim. Particularly piquant to me was Andy’s sad conclusion that one couldn’t impeach the testimony of chief prosecution witness Kristin Amerling, even though she clearly is a damn Democrat.
There’s no denying, Andy says, that Kristin was one tough, and one ugly, character:
Kristin "knows one of the prosecutors on the case — though they don’t see each other much, for years they’ve both been part of a book club that mainly involves people who once worked for Henry Waxman, a notoriously partisan California Democrat."
To think that that woman walks the streets of Washington, DC, a free woman, and there’s nothing us REAL AMERICANS can do about it! Makes your blood boil, doesn’t it? It sure makes Andy’s blood boil. So, okay, Kristin Anderson, little Miss Big Shot. You’re in the clear. FOR NOW! But just remember this, little Miss Big Shot. We’re keeping a close eye on that fancy-schmancy little book club of yours, and if you step ONE INCH over the line—ONE INCH—well, unbelievable shit hammers will fall, and Andy will be swinging one of them. HARD!
I'll say this for you, Andy. You do keep track of things for the rest of us.
Afterwords
This Andy McCarthy is not the Andy McCarthy whose autobiography is entitled Brat. If Andy does write an autobiography, may I suggest Hyperventilating Asshole?
