This has been a great week for me. Last Thursday, The American Spectator (TAS) presented me with the Baron Von Kannon Service to the Cause Award. It was at a dinner at the Trump Hotel, and there were about 400 men and women applauding and cheering me on with three standing ovations. It was paradise. I was introduced by Wlady, and Bob was standing there beaming. God, I love the Spectator!
Always loyal. Always open to the best ideas. The Spectator is heaven to me, and I hope and pray that TAS will be there in the afterlife.
But now I am back in Los Angeles, and I awakened on Wednesday with a shock.
The "impeachment hearings" have begun, and they cast me back about 65 years, when I was a fourth grader at Parkside Elementary School in Silver Spring, Maryland. It was a prewar structure on a hillside overlooking Sligo Creek Park, a truly beautiful park on Sligo Creek with maples, sycamores, and beech trees.
My parents had just built a perfect midcentury modern on Harvey Road a short walk away from Parkside, with a smashing view of the park and beyond it, the creek, which got swollen in the fall and spring.
Our house was hedged in the back by a dense stand of oaks, poplars, and maples.
The stand of trees was so thick that I could not see through them to see which was our house as I walked home from Parkside. But in the year 1954, I could always tell which was 9342 Harvey Road, our house, because my mother was watching CBS News coverage of the Army-McCarthy hearings and I could hear Sen. Joe McCarthy’s booming voice like a homing beacon.
"Point of order," he would say over and over. Or "point of personal privilege."
The Chair of the Committee would always recognize him. (Unlike that creep who presides over the witch hunt now going on, "Shifty Schiff," who refuses to let GOP congresswomen ask questions. Some idea of hearings, right? By the way, what’s with Schiff’s eyes? He looks like he’s being strangled all the time. Maybe his underwear is too tight.)
Anyway, what are the hearings about? They prove nothing.
That whimpering baby who was U.S. ambassador to Ukraine has very little to say about any possible wrongdoing by Trump.
Why is she even there? Why is anyone there except to soil Trump’s good name over nothing?
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