Well, the first shoe has dropped. Donald Trump’s vast capacity for unreason has moved from potential to kinesis, from words to deeds. The president who bellowed about American “carnage” in his inaugural address is now inflicting said carnage on our already sullied body politic, by firing our infamously bungling FBI director James Comey, who incidentally personally informed the president three times—three times—that he was not, repeat not, under investigation.
It’s hard to imagine what’s going on in the Trump White House, particularly when you have White House aides telling Politico that Trump has been screaming at the TV whenever he hears the words “Russian investigation”. Is that the sort of story you would tell about your boss? It sounds like a cry for help. “He’s crazy, I tell you! He’s crazy!” These are not comforting developments.
I have long had the theory that back in the day, when Donald Trump needed some cash, fast, he made a deal or two with some unsavory Russian investors. Well, Donald didn’t kill anybody, so his hands are clean. And, anyway, Russia is a totally different country from the U.S. so that, legally speaking, what happened wasn’t even a crime! Not one punishable under U.S. law, anyway.
That’s why Trump hasn’t released his tax returns. I think that, even if required to under force of law, he will still refuse. “Impeach me if you think it’s so goddamned important! I don’t care! It’s the principle of the thing!”
Like many others, I think Trump started his run for president as a lark, to work his brand. But it worked. It clicked. He went through the Republican Party like a bullet through wet tissue paper. And now that wet tissue paper is all that stands between Donald Trump and the Constitution.
