Saturday, December 10, 2016

Comey, Putin on the Ritz: it Don't Worry Me

So here's where NPR and Huff Post and Vox and Slate all lose me: They are all expostulating about the role Vladimir Putin may have played in getting emails embarrassing to Hillary Clinton online, as if that was the determinate thing in electing Donald Trump. The effect, all conjecture.

On the other hand, Huff Post et al  seem to have forgotten about Mr. James Comey, of the FBI, who released a statement 11 days before the election which was far more damaging.  Rather than accusing her of a specific crime, which could be addressed and refuted, he accused her of nothing. Much more effective, wouldn't you say?

So why are we so upset about Putin for trying to do what our own FBI director did  so much more effectively in broad daylight, i.e., feed the fake news about Ms. Clinton's crookedness?  
Strikes me as decrying the gossip,  but saying nothing about the hangman who, in full public view,  tripped the trap door beneath the condemned. 



P.S., As we all know by know, Ms. Clinton ran a child sex ring out of Comet Ping Pong pizzeria in Washington, D.C. Now that's not conjecture. That's the truth. It was on the internet!
P.S.S.  Hey, guys. She lost. He won. It wasn't Putin. It wasn't even Comey. It was your fellow countrymen. They just didn't give a shit. Or, as Bunk Mooreland would say, "There you go, giving a fuck when it ain't your turn to give a fuck." That's your problem, gentle reader. You care about something other people don't care about. Freedom riders get shot by local sheriffs; Black men get lynched, wind up as strange fruit, hanging from trees; Japanese Americans get hauled off to camps; unions get busted. Thus was it ever so--just read Howard Zinn. You'll feel better. Things aren't getting worse--they were always this bad.


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