HST Friday....Waterheads At The Gate.

What'sTheFrequency
KennethVille


One of the more interesting bits of this week's congressional Mueller hearings was the following exchange between Republican Watercarrier....errr... Congressman Kenneth Buck and the former Special Prosecutor:

Buck: "Could you charge the president with a crime after he left office?" 

Mueller: "Yes." 

Buck: "You believe that you could charge the president of the United States with obstruction of justice after he left office?" 

Mueller: "Yes."

Gosh.

Do you see what Mr. Mueller did there?

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Now.

Don't get me wrong.

I want congressional impeachment hearings for Donald Trump for all the right, good and noble reasons involving truth, justice and the American way.

Or some such thing.

But I also want daily hearings purely for the entertainment value.

Because I want to get to know all the players, their moves, their motives and their foibles.

And then I want to see, read and hear the work and words of the pithiest of commentators that watch and listen to every single minute of the daily soap opera.

Just like happened back in the Watergate days.

For example, the following is what Hunter Thompson had to say about Richard Nixon's top watercarrier, Republican Senator Edward Gurney, as he watched the WGate hearings on the TeeVee that sat amongst the peacocks and dobermans on the front porch of his cabin at Owl Creek during the summer of 1973:

Friday morning, June 29 … 8:33 AM 
Jesus, this waterhead Gurney again! You’d think the poor bugger would have the sense to not talk anymore … but no, Gurney is still blundering along, still hammering blindly at the receding edges of Dean’s “credibility” in his now-obvious role as what Frank Reynolds and Sam Donaldson on ABC-TV both described as “the waterboy for the White House.”

Gurney appears to be deaf; he has a brain like a cow’s udder. He asks his questions — off the typed list apparently furnished him by Minority (GOP) counsel, Fred J. Thompson — then his mind seems to wander, his eyes roam lazily around the room while Thompson whispers industriously in his ear, his hands shuffle papers distractedly on the table in front of his microphone … and meanwhile, Dean meticulously chews up his questions and hands them back to him in shreds; so publicly mangled that their fate might badly embarrass a man with good sense …

But Gurney seems not to notice: His only job on this committee is to Defend the Presidency, according to his instructions from the White House — or at least whatever third-string hangerson might still be working there — and what we tend to forget, here, is that it’s totally impossible to understand Gurney’s real motives without remembering that he’s the Republican Senator from Florida, a state where George Wallace swept the Democratic primary in 1972 with 78% of the vote, and which went 72% for Nixon in November.

In a state where even Hubert Humphrey is considered a dangerous radical, Ed Gurney’s decision to make an ignorant yahoo of himself on national TV makes excellent sense — at least to his own constituency. They are watching TV down in Florida today, along with the rest of the country, and we want to remember that if Gurney appears in Detroit and Sacramento as a hideous caricature of the imbecilic Senator Cornpone — that’s not necessarily the way he appears to the voters around Tallahassee and St. Petersburg...
That.

More of that.

That's what I really want...



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In what may be the last desperate death rattle of the American Dream, it turns out that the good Docktor's widow is now apparently renting out the WCreek cabin at $550 a night via Airbnb....Imagine that!
Earworm in the subheader?...This.


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