You want to play poker with a Democrat, because you can always count on them to overplay every single hand they’re dealt. It’s like a compulsion – whatever they have, you can count on them to exaggerate or freak out and blow it up into something more than it is, no matter what it is. After four years for Democrat pearl-clutching over every Trump tweet, I’ve become pretty numb to the left-wing outrage machine. With this second impeachment, AFTER Trump has left office, I’ve lost all interest in not only what Democrats are whining about now, but in anything and everything Democrats do, say, or want.
Watching the opening arguments over whether or not the Senate has any constitutional power to hold an impeachment trial of a former president, I was overwhelmed with a sincere sense of not giving a damn. I was as disgusted as anyone by the events of January 6th; I worked in that building and absolutely love it. I still get the same chills I got seeing the Capitol Dome in the distance I got when I started working in D.C. back in 2001, and am of the firm belief that if anyone loses that sense of wonder and awe at seeing it, they should leave the city immediately and find another line of work.
Seeing it trashed was, to put it mildly, aggravating. And I know that was an opinion shared by the majority of Americans. But…