("Can you Tell Me What Would Happen If the F.B.I. Were Investigating a Democrat?")
Not "if" but "when". Maybe not the F.B.I. but whatever agency, committee or body can be charged with performing the tit for tat mambo the instant the gavel is in Republican claws.
We all know Donald Trump invites a probe into every orifice of his being, his existence one big (ok, maybe small) middle finger to morality and convention. He got elected, and may well get re-elected, for being as big a pompous jerk as humanly possible.
Did he pilfer state secrets on the way out the door? I think he more covets the recipe to the secret sauce on a burger, but he treats everything with such disdain and contempt it is virtually impossible to separate wheat from chaff.
It feels like we could, and maybe we will, spend 10 lifetimes trying to nail the coffin on 45, with the likelihood of success (ie a jumpsuit matching the often unique color of his skin) as remote as Hillary and Don deciding to double date this weekend. But try we must. As the Republicans will attempt to morph Sleepy Joe into Al Capone before he even waves his final Oval Office farewell.
What's bad for the goose....
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